It's about time, but here I am in Utah.
In a house built in 1938.
Remember that rule I had about not living in an old house? Yeah, I never get what I want.
Besides possibly being haunted, old houses smell weird, and can be dirty/grungy. At least, our house seems to possess all three of those qualities.
And my kids love that they can communicate by yelling through the enormous vents.
But they're not loving the bug-infested basement, in which they all sleep, in a big room that isn't technically a bedroom, because the bedrooms are tiny.
And also, I am without a computer because old house + massively energy sucking electronics = pfffffft.
Yay for moving. Really. woo. hoo.