So every night after dinner, as we sit here and settle into our entertainment for the evening and the usual cat slavery, I announce, "I love my house!" and have done so since we moved in months ago.
Why below the dooblydoo.
Now on a large scale it's not so much, but for us, it's plenty big. It's attractive with all the wood interior that matches and has been oiled and wiped down lovingly. We have a nice carpet runner from the steps into the salon cabin. (that we got a Home Despot for cheap by the foot) We have matching cushions and working plumbing and compared to what we were living in it's paradise. It might be 375sq ft, but it's recognizable as home space and well organized with the fold away table and small galley.
We've crammed at least 2 months of food in here if not more and 90% of it is completely invisible. I kind of have a thing about that. We eat kosher almost exclusively vegetarian meals. (I like a little chicken or turkey sometimes) We make our own soda. We have huge amounts of storage space still usable in here as well. But we make an active choice not to collect crap.
Yes, we have to fill our water tank once every two weeks or so. Yes, we have to flush by hand and then putt over to the pump out station more often than that because we have a small tank. But the minor inconveniences are worth it to me - I own my house free and clear, it's big enough for me, my cat and my Hetero Platonic Life Partner (HPLP) to share comfortably - and I can eventually go places with it.
I've been working on sanding the outside woodwork to seal it and make it all pretty before the rains come - and just because I'm a little house proud. Even the old boat I managed to make it not look like a shit hole despite it being one.
HPLP has a test at the community college tomorrow and a job interview so I should turn out the light and make sure I'm not disturbing her. Good job thoughts would be appreciated I am sure.
I love my house.