
Dear House,
I know we do not own you. If we did we would probably have knocked you down, and built a new one in your place. You aren’t really that reliable. Like just now, I went to put my boots away and your closet door won’t open! I mean, really? Isn’t it enough that your heat stopped working for 24 hours in the middle of winter in CHICAGO?! Or, that your oven stopped omitting gas so I didn’t have enough time to bake christmas cookies for everyone? Or what about the fact that you are basically a colander of a house seeping out warm air, and pushing in cold air through one hundred tiny holes we can’t seem to fill fast enough! Oh and how could I have forgotten, your washing machince, dryer, and dishwasher have pretty much not worked since we moved in two years ago!
I guess the fact that your rent is dirt cheap, and you have a yard, AND all of our belongings are crammed in to your multiple closets is enough to keep us paying month after month. I do admit you have a lot of storage space!!
There’s just one thing I’d really like to get under control, though…
decorating!
I really want you to feel like home. I want you to be cozy, and warm (I will even just go for inviting!). I mean, yeah I’d love to put some new furniture in you, but we really want to go on a fabulous trip this summer so that might have to wait. Can’t you meet us in the middle? Why didn’t you warn us before we painted 4 rooms 4 different colors?! Seriously.
Either way, it’s not that bad. You do provide us shelter.
But I really want to make it better this year. Let’s focus on making you in to a home. I mean, we are planning on being here another two years…another… two point five winters… another three valentine’s days and well, that’s a long time.
Let’s focus on the things we like, or even love and go from there.
What about the bright green shade of the dining room?
And, the light that streams through the art room at sunset?
You have really nice brick, too.
I know we can do this.
Sincerely,
Carey Griffin