Without wanting to a make a whole song and dance about it, we are currently trying to rent our home so that we can try living somewhere new. This is despite loving our neighbours and neighbourhood, of course, and is because we are creatures who grow moss if we stay in one spot too long. That, and we're trying to see how many address books we can get our families to buy before we settle down. Hoo-boy, is it ever driving my mother nuts. Entertainment that money can not buy.
The other day we had a very lovely couple come and look at our home. They made all the right noises, said how lovely the home was etc. etc.
And then they said they had a 2-yr old and 3-yr old.
All of a sudden, my home became a DEATH TRAP FOR CHILDREN. Everywhere I looked I saw hazards that made it obvious we don't have kids:
Voila! One INCINERATOR OF SMALL FINGERS.
And perfect for your little ones, one DECK-WITH-NO-RAIL OF DEATH
And wait, just when you thought there could be no more : POOL OF STAGNANT WATER FOR DROWNING --->
Don't get me wrong, all the death traps are legal (the best kind of death traps!) and only need a fireguard, railing and emptying to make it child friendly (right? TELL ME I'M RIGHT?!), but man was it ever a sharp wake up call to the changes that we would need to make should we find ourselves expecting a small guest....and I'm not talking about a gnome.
Not surprisingly, the lovely couple did not rent our home and instead chose something that would not kill their offspring more closely met their needs. And of course we're expecting another lovely, childless, couple to rent our place instead. Or, you know, one person to rent. All it takes is one.
But now I'm thinking about our new place - with it's fancy railed deck, no pools of water and lack of fireplace (do not get me started on the whole NO HEATING situation) - and so looking forward to a bit of a fresh start. Maybe I'm superstitious, but I can't help but think that this place is a big stagnant for me right now, that I'm holding on to the experiences of December and February and expecting the worse when I should be planning for and expecting the BEST of things to happen. Because the best does happen to fantastic people every day.
Heck, it's a long weekend. And if that doesn't say LOTS OF SEX, well then, you're just not reading between the lines.