despite the fact that this will be the 3rd time i’ve moved this year, and despite the fact that i’m only moving 8 blocks away (from division & cali to superior & campbell), i’m seriously so psyched about moving. this is the view from our bedroom’s deck. the fact that i’m moving into an actual house (and has a huge private backyard AND a long-ass deck on the second floor) renders all of the horrible moving/living experiences of the past twelve months null. i’m having a hard time right now, weather and sunlight-wise (as my mom advises me, make no major life decisions during february or march if you’re a campbell-dollaghan), but remembering this house pulls me out of the deep, no-future funk i’m in.
the rest of the house is great and everything, but the second you show me a huge backyard full of planters for growing an actual garden and a deck that i can sit on at night? dunzo. dunzo list. i’m so desperate for outdoor time and sunlight time right now that i would pay any price for the opportunity to sit out here and watch the metra trains roll by at night for the next six months. it’d be worth it.