Why I love living in the middle of nowhere.

By Susan on March 2, 2008 6:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

To be fair, the middle of nowhere is relative, as compared to New York where my brother lives. It's really more like quaint liberal suburbia. The middle of nowhere is a couple hours north. So I guess we're south of nowhere.

Anyway... we just moved from a little, cheap, squishy apartment into...

Can you fucking believe it? It's a house! It's a house, and it's all ours. Well, we're renting it. But we're the only people living in it. A little renovated schoolhouse. It's twice as much as the little place we were living in, but it's going to be *about the same* (for me, shared two ways) as the little room I had in a six bedroom in Central Square in Cambridge (which was a shithole.... one with really nice people, but a shithole all the same).

Let me show you some more...

Kitchen, living room, dining room, office, respectively. The first three are all part of one open space (the kitchen with lower ceilings than the living room/dining room). There's also a partially finished basement, with high efficiency washer/dryer, storage space, and then two "finished" rooms; one is going to be the TV room, the other a guest room.

Next the stairs to the bedroom....

And the bedroom:

If you want to come visit, we have room! We're going to have a big 'ol housewarming party once we get more settled. And a big halloween party this year.... check out our view from the back porch.