I hope you're having a marvelous Saturday! How can you not? It's beautiful outside! At least in College Station. Have you noticed I talk about the weather a lot? I guess I feel the need to begin with small talk but we're like best friends right? So I suppose we can skip that junk (But for real I'm kind of obsessed with this weather!) Today was a day of a couple different firsts for me. For the first time I studied at a coffee shop, which was pretty thrilling and I got a lot done (Yay me!) and I went house hunting. AH! That was scary. The house my friends and I are interested in are currently owned by a gross men. When we went to go view it was so gross (Not the house but the house decor/cleanliness). Guess what was on the floor of every room...wait for it...UNDERWEAR USED FLIPPIN UNDERWEAR! Who does that? If the Realtor tells you that people are coming by to look at your house I don't know maybe move your dirty laundry away from sight? Just a thought. But now I'm anxious about getting this house. Sigh groan. Oh well not much I can do right now. Especially since I need to focus on studying for my Spanish midterm on Tueday! Yikes. Anyways enough of my complaining...onward to the memories...
Memory #26
So in honor of my first time ever house hunting I thought I'd share a house viewing memory from when I was fairly young. I remember when I was about 5 or 6 (I think) my parents used to like to walk around the neighborhood and if there was a house being built we always looked inside it. There was one particular house that my brother and I adored (And I guess my parents liked too). We referred to is as the 'Castle House'. Because it was ginormous and looked kind of like a fancy castle. We were kind of obsessed with it. Everyday when my mom would drive me back home from daycare I'd go, "Mommy drive by the castle house!" and she almost always drove me slowly in front of the castle house and I remember very distinctly making up stories about the royals who would be living there. Since I was like 5ish they were really random and probably really dumb but I remember my mom would be laughing right along with me.
I also remember walking around the house and pretending that we lived there. This is where my mom informed me that the rooms with the biggest closets were for the women. I seriously thought this was a rule until like 4 or 5 years ago. Not even kidding. So we would always scour the house looking for the biggest closet. The first biggest one went to the queen (my mom) obviously and the second biggest was for the princess (Me) obviously. Those were the rules and we'd talk about the fancy parties we would have once our castle was done and which handsome princes would be allowed in our presence. Those are some of the best memories I have from my childhood.
Moral of the story, moms-Encourage imagination and have weird conversations. Your children will be awesome.
Love Always,
Erin
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