And here we are again: Redding; I've never been so happy to be home. And by "home," I mean "California." For the month of June, Joel and I are living in a two-bedroom townhouse with three other girls. The air conditioner is stressed out so it decided to take the week to rest up (I think last night it read eighty-six degrees in our house). And so the hunt for a quaint and quirky three-bedroom house began early yesterday morning. One thing I have learned in house hunting is to never get attached until you have the key in hand- yesterday I fell in love with a lavender house, only to find out it was officially rented out the night before. But my love of purple houses has lead me again into the arms of a home with dark wood floors and purple cabinets. I'm crossing my fingers.
Nesting has been funny since we have been home. I have had a serious craving to do something creative with our living space, but it's so sweltering that I can't bring myself to stay home all day and do it. I can't even bring myself to light a candle for fear of sending the temperature up another degree. This is a no-nesting zone, humans! Don't you even think about turning on those christmas lights for ambiance! Yesterday I went to our storage unit and filled our van with goodies- and outside it sits, filled with goodies. I still have an enormous sense of accomplishment, even though I really didn't do anything. Joel doesn't have even a smidge of the nesting urge and so we still don't have our bed in our room. Night number three of sleeping on the floor- check!
So I guess what I mean to tell you is that I have failed the Nester inside of me. And he is mad. But Nester is just going to have to wait for the air conditioner.
-L
