My house is finally empty. Well not in the literal sense.. read on.
For the past eight months, we've had borders rent out a few rooms in our home to help our cash strapped asses and ease the tides while the better half job hunted.
Not that it wasn't great or anything short of amazing.. trust me. We had our good times...
Not too long ago, we decided we needed our privacy back... get our turned 'frat house' back into our home. our love nest. And so we waited patiently for the time to come to say goodbye to our roomies, our friends.
Our house has been eerily quiet for a few days now. They call it empty nesters syndrome for a reason.. the silence is unsettling. You start hearing all the cracks in the ceiling at night again instead of the faint music or the sound of a television in the distance.. the dog, has adjusted quite well to the additional noise; he doesn't flinch as much as he used to when he sleeps, which has been a blessing. God knows how many times I can deal with being woken up by a panicking dog at 2am anymore.
Our rooms have becomes blank canvases again. Call it inspiration...
I'm excited for what's to come..
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