a house is not a motel, or…

Last night was our first night sleeping in the new bedroom – complete with new bed, sheets, pillows, and blankets. It’s always a little odd, sleeping in a new place…perhaps odder when it’s your own. You realize that all kinds of little details and rituals need to be worked out and reimagined: where stuff goes, habitual motions, gestures, etc., and of course the obvious getting used to a new bed. We discovered, for example, that the eyebrow dormer lets in a lot of south light later in the mornings: this won’t be a problem on weekdays when we get up and go to work, but if we want to sleep later on weekends (and we do), we’ll need to find a way to dim that down, without just slapping up something that blocks the light all the time. And of course, we discover minor things that either need to be changed (already, we moved one of the shelves in the closet, partly for cat-related reasons but mostly for functionality) or that we would have done differently had we been able to live in the space before building it. (Dammit – I knew I should have done that Sims thing…)

But for the most part, we’re incredibly pleased: Rose’s design mostly works exactly as we’d hoped it would, and we’re so happy finally to have been able to do this.

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