Ok, so the house is not legally in my name yet, but I have a meeting with a lawyer tomorrow to get the ball rolling. Here’s hoping its a smooth process.
The household has changed a lot since my dad passed. I’ve come to realize what a sad presence he was. Whether it was because he was ill, or depressed, most likely a combination of things. But the constant worry over him really brought things down. Yes, I miss him, but I know for sure that he’ much better off now.
Jon (and his cat Ziggy, who is currently having a psychotic meltdown on my bed over a hair tie) moved in at the end of January, and Zach moved into my parents old room. Zach’s room was painted a pleasant shade of blue, and I painted the smaller room he had occupied a calming gray, or at least I think its calming. I hope its not depressing.
Anyway, he moved in to help us out while we transition into living as a smaller family unit. He’s helping greatly with the bills, and maintenance type things that need to be done around the house. The thing is, he’s in the small bedroom, and I feel really bad about that! There’s plenty of storage space in there, but I have yet to clear it all out, as I didn’t have the time to do so before he moved in.
I know this is stressing him out, and I’m doing the best that I can to change it. Thing is, my grandparents (who originally owned the house, purchasing it while it was being built in 1961 for $20,000) had SO. MUCH. STUFF! Some of it is junk, for sure, a lot of it is stuff I don’t need and can donate. There are items that I want to hold on to, and then there are items that I don’t really want to keep, but they are old and I want them to go to a place where they will be appreciated for what they are. I’m trying antique stores, but some stuff is just really hard to move.
I’m trying to make the house a brighter, happier place, but at the same time, I’m creating piles of stuff that I have no idea what to do with, which makes for clutter, which makes for not happy rooms. I’m trying to mitigate that by making small changes here and there that make spaces feel better.
Living with someone we’re not related to, who is used to a different lifestyle, has been an adjustment for all of us. Its something we’re still fine tuning, and will continue to work on, but generally, the company is nice. Even if the cat is insane.