Our little cottage is our first house: first to be purchased, first to be worked on, first to settle into, eventually. Boxes still dominate the decor but hopefully that's just a temporary situation.
We've already dealt with a first minor headache, as discovered on moving day. Even though our full-size mattress handily fit itself through the doorway and squished itself up the small semi-steep staircase, the boxspring decided to rely on its rigid nature and planted itself firmly on the first floor, far from the bedroom. Taking the advice of the moving guys and some online sources, we carefully cut the wooden pieces on the boxspring's bottom, and carefully bent the metal pieces on its topside, only to find that it still refused to bend around the corner at the bottom of the stairs. Awesome. Three nights of camping on the bedroom floor was just about the limit of excitement that we could handle, so we purchased a DIY boxspring kit---it's not really a boxspring, since it's just pine and no springs, so it's technically a bed "foundation"---but no matter the nomenclature, we assembled it upstairs, problem solved. (Of course it created another future problem: not EVER getting it down the stairs!)
We have experienced other firsts, too. We had our first meal cooked in the new house. We've celebrated our first Christmas and we've had our first house guests. We've jumped at the first chance to have kind-hearted family members drive 8 hours and willingly be pressed into hard labor for 4 days: painting coats upon coats, schlepping boxes, stuffing vehicles, and eating nothing but takeout. Thank you!
The firsts are fun milestones to mark along the way, though I'll bet that the seconds through hundreds will be even more memorable.
We've already dealt with a first minor headache, as discovered on moving day. Even though our full-size mattress handily fit itself through the doorway and squished itself up the small semi-steep staircase, the boxspring decided to rely on its rigid nature and planted itself firmly on the first floor, far from the bedroom. Taking the advice of the moving guys and some online sources, we carefully cut the wooden pieces on the boxspring's bottom, and carefully bent the metal pieces on its topside, only to find that it still refused to bend around the corner at the bottom of the stairs. Awesome. Three nights of camping on the bedroom floor was just about the limit of excitement that we could handle, so we purchased a DIY boxspring kit---it's not really a boxspring, since it's just pine and no springs, so it's technically a bed "foundation"---but no matter the nomenclature, we assembled it upstairs, problem solved. (Of course it created another future problem: not EVER getting it down the stairs!)
We have experienced other firsts, too. We had our first meal cooked in the new house. We've celebrated our first Christmas and we've had our first house guests. We've jumped at the first chance to have kind-hearted family members drive 8 hours and willingly be pressed into hard labor for 4 days: painting coats upon coats, schlepping boxes, stuffing vehicles, and eating nothing but takeout. Thank you!
The firsts are fun milestones to mark along the way, though I'll bet that the seconds through hundreds will be even more memorable.
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