My 11th anniversary of moving to Boise is coming up soon. I’m having a hard time grasping that because it doesn’t seem anywhere near that long. The only place I’ve longer than here is Bayfield, but even there, we lived in four different places (family home, apartment, trailer house, and house). Hubby and I have never lived in the same house for nearly 11 years. This is a whole new experience.
Since this is a first for us, how often should we paint the interior? It doesn’t look too bad, but I’m tired of the color (notice I didn’t say we). The walls and the carpet are different shades of brown, and I’m ready for something else. Lighter colors on the walls would probably make the rooms look bigger. Plus I’ve never liked the carpet too much. I don’t like hardwood floors. I like the really nice laminate floors they have nowadays. Carpets are nice in the bedrooms though. Can you say ka-ching?
We’ve gone to two home and garden shows recently. Those shows really put lots of ideas in your head. Granite countertops, hardwood flooring, new windows, landscaped yards, artificial grass, water fountains. My list is growing. Too bad my bank account isn’t.
Our yard is small and requires some maintenance but not a lot. I’m tired of it too. We wanted artificial grass just like our neighbors have, but the estimated costs persuaded us dirt, weeds, and flowers are better. But it needs something to jazz it up. I still have hopes of a small water feature and pavers, but we’ll see if we can afford those after the walls get painted.
Someday, it would be nice to build a house again and make it just like we want it. It would be one level and have a dream kitchen like our house in Casper. The master bedroom and bath would be like the ones in our house now, and the big living room would have a gorgeous view like our house in Custer. It would have a woman cave like I have here and a garage like Hubby had in Custer. The neighbors would be like the ones we had in Spearfish and here. The yard would have lilac bushes like our yard in Spearfish now (I’m the one who planted them). Nearby would be great doctors and dentists and hospitals and church and friends. That’s my dream place that in all likelihood will remain a dream. That’s okay. I like to dream.