Every time I do some boring household chore around the house this week, I keep thinking, "This is the first time I have done this at the new house." It's a little silly, I know, but I can't help it. I think it because we love the house so much that we keep talking about how we live in it. I never did this with my first house. Is that what people go through with their kids?
So I have stopped to notice the little things. First time making a fire in the fireplace. First time cooking supper. First time changing a roll of toilet paper. First time using the compost bin. (I'll spare from having to see a photo of changing the toilet paper!)
We had to have some serious debate about the compost bin. What's to debate about a compost bin, right? Well, the former owners left the bin way way down in the back corner of the lot, a serious walk from the kitchen: more like a hike, really. We knew we needed to move it or our kitchen scraps would migrate into the garbage can.
We finally found a spot in the front yard that we thought wasn't too obvious. But then as I was bringing in the mail, I saw that the bin is totally framed by our front entrance arch!
I am thinking nobody but me will probably notice it there so this just may have to be a situation when form follows function!
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