Sigh. I guess it was bound to happen at some point in time, and apparently that time is now. All of the things that used to be shiny, fresh, pristine, and perfect in my "brand new" house are starting to go straight into the gutter.
And as odd as this sounds, I feel like my home and I are experiencing some sort of "seven-year itch" -- just like married couples do once the honeymoon period has worn off.
Maybe this is the norm, but I'm really starting to wonder if it's time to go ahead and get a "divorce" and find a new pad to love.
Again, we bought this place brand spankin' new. I know some time has passed, but I feel like it's way too soon for things to be falling apart.
The garbage disposal blew up. The finish is coming off the hardwood floor in the kitchen. There are cracks in the steps on the front stoop. The dishwasher is making all sorts of strange noises. And pretty much every single pocket door in this place (don't ever install pocket doors, by the way, because they're the devil) is off the hinge and may or may not be able to be put back on the hinge.
It's like everything that once seemed so pretty, flawless, and appealing about this place is becoming the bane of my existence ... which is how many people describe a crumbling marriage, right? You were once so attracted to your spouse, you wanted to spend every waking minute with him -- but now he bugs the shit out of you and there are days when you dream of packing up and taking off and never looking back. (Or something.)
Well, that's kind of how I feel about this house. On the one hand, I'm so comfortable in it and it does have its perks -- plus moving is a huge pain in the rear end. It seems so much easier to stay put most of the time.
But on the flip side of the coin, I keep thinking about starting all over again in a place that's fresh, new, and doesn't contain one single pocket door. I start getting all giddy with butterflies in my stomach thinking about that first night on the couch getting all cozy in front of the fire with something new and exciting ... wait, what?
Sigh. Maybe this is something that happens to everyone after living in one place for a few consecutive years. But if that's the case, I shudder to think what will probably go down after we've been here for 10.
Did your house start having problems after a certain period of time?
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