Metal Meredith

Or at least trying to...

I remember when I moved into my first apartment, how fun it was to wake up, make a cup of coffee and sit in my living room doing something “grown up” like reading the paper or watching the news. Drinking coffee always seemed to be such a grown up thing to do. I suppose it stems from the routine I saw my parents take on each morning. Every day the coffee would be brewed. Dad would read the paper and the Today show was always on in the bedroom as Mom got ready for work.

Now that Phil and I are moving into our second home, I am still having those goofy “grown up” images. When I think of how things might be in the new house, I see me waking up and going downstairs in a robe to make the coffee (a ritual that I never do now, its Phil’s thing.) I see family meals, me cooking in the kitchen while Phil entertains Vivienne in the living room. I see me doing things around the house while Vivienne is at school and Phil at work. These are all such average, common images.

As always, I am stressing about all that needs to be done. I trick myself into thinking that a painted bathroom will make my existence more exciting, relaxing or complete. When in reality, the more things like that I have to do when we move in, the happier I am. With that said, we have successfully painted a few rooms, had carpet installed, and received our new, super-fancy appliances. I have torn out a kitchen cabinet, relocated the fridge and starting the process of replacing the countertops.

In the grand scheme, 5 years down the road, there will be bigger projects to tackle. But for right now, I am looking forward to making that coffee in my robe.

We are moving this week, so hopefully I will be up and running (computer wise) by next weekend. Let’s all not hold our breath though!

Love!
Meredith, Phil and Vivienne