I used to find it hilarious that when you Googled my wife's name, Lindsay Luth, you'd receive an auto-correction that asked, "Did you mean Lindsay Bluth?" Lindsay Bluth, for those uninformed, was the socialite-for-no-real-reason twin sister of Michael Bluth on FOX's critically acclaimed but lightly watched sitcom "Arrested Development" produced by Ron Howard. The show, better known for its cult-like following than any sort of real commercial success, is one of my favorites.
If you're familiar with the show, you're aware that the Bluth family lived in a model home. That's a little what I feel like back at our "old" house in the Chicago suburbs. It's currently staged for selling. I'm not going to lie, it looks great. If I was looking for a house here, I'd totally buy it. Not that I'm biased or anything. That being said, staged houses aren't exactly the most livable houses.
Next to our coffee maker (which is functional, though I hedged against being able to find our grinder and had Starbuck's grind me a pound of Pike's Place for the week or so I'm here) is a placemat with two coffee mugs half full of beans. A nice look, but not sure what good a half full mug of beans looks like.
Like in most bathrooms, we have towel bars. Unlike in most bathrooms, those towel bars each have towels with a bow tied around them. It looks nice, if you're into that kind of thing. Functionality is questionable if you don't want to spend half your day retying bows around towels. The net result is that I now dry my hands on my jeans.
I'm sure there are worse stories about people trying to sell homes and having to quickly vacate for showings; however, this is probably the first of many reminders that things won't magically take care of themselves (with helpful people cleaning up after me) here like they did in India. Everything moved out of place must be put back into place. These seem like fairly basic lessons for a thirty-five year old man to (re)learn, but two-year habits don't seem easily broken in the first 72 hours at home.
Having the house staged when we were in India was, obviously, not an issue at all. And since we begin our transient December life on Thursday when the movers show up (which begins the first of four consecutive nights in different friends' and family's homes before heading down to Orlando; yes, I realize I'm a freeloading jerk), I can't complain. Unlike the Bluth's, the Luth's know where they're headed. It's just a matter of days.
If you're familiar with the show, you're aware that the Bluth family lived in a model home. That's a little what I feel like back at our "old" house in the Chicago suburbs. It's currently staged for selling. I'm not going to lie, it looks great. If I was looking for a house here, I'd totally buy it. Not that I'm biased or anything. That being said, staged houses aren't exactly the most livable houses.
Next to our coffee maker (which is functional, though I hedged against being able to find our grinder and had Starbuck's grind me a pound of Pike's Place for the week or so I'm here) is a placemat with two coffee mugs half full of beans. A nice look, but not sure what good a half full mug of beans looks like.
Like in most bathrooms, we have towel bars. Unlike in most bathrooms, those towel bars each have towels with a bow tied around them. It looks nice, if you're into that kind of thing. Functionality is questionable if you don't want to spend half your day retying bows around towels. The net result is that I now dry my hands on my jeans.
I'm sure there are worse stories about people trying to sell homes and having to quickly vacate for showings; however, this is probably the first of many reminders that things won't magically take care of themselves (with helpful people cleaning up after me) here like they did in India. Everything moved out of place must be put back into place. These seem like fairly basic lessons for a thirty-five year old man to (re)learn, but two-year habits don't seem easily broken in the first 72 hours at home.
Having the house staged when we were in India was, obviously, not an issue at all. And since we begin our transient December life on Thursday when the movers show up (which begins the first of four consecutive nights in different friends' and family's homes before heading down to Orlando; yes, I realize I'm a freeloading jerk), I can't complain. Unlike the Bluth's, the Luth's know where they're headed. It's just a matter of days.
Hang in there and see you soon.... Nice note on the Pike's Place, I will pick up some (I am thinking it might taste better than the Aldi's coffee we have been drinking)!
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you started this blog!! Did you not post the new link on your Mr and Mrs blog??? Yikes! Have a lot of reading to catch up on!
ReplyDeleteWill you email me your email? naomi . hattaway @ gmail
Have an offline question for you and Lindsay