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Today, I went in search of higher ground.
I have an attic. It's the first time I have seen it. When house hunting, Harry and my dad went into the dark crevices of the house known as the basement and attic. My mom and I searched the important stuff.... kitchen, closet, and bathrooms.
I was pleasantly surprised at the amount of space and light. I hate the basement. All scary movies (which I am NOT a scary movie person) I do love murder mysteries, but all serial killers do bad things in the basement.
So I am moving to higher and dryer ground. Seasonal clothes, holiday items, anything I can lift up 3 flights of stairs, well it's going up. Although, I am not sure the washer and dryer will ever make it up here.
I constantly remind myself: It was me who wanted an old house, Harry wanted to brand new one.
Blessings,
2 comments:
Attics totally creep me out. We had one in Germany and we could have done stuff with it but I was a little freaked...lol Basements well I thought our basement now would scare me but it doesn't. It's old and creepy though.
The first house my family moved into when I was growing up the attic was converted into a bedroom by the previous owners. Needless to say that was my room... I used to sneak out on the roof all the time.
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