I still don’t know which light switch does what.
Which way do I turn the key to lock this door?
What day is trash day?
Does this window face west?
It’s too hot. It’s too cold. Squinting at an unfamiliar thermostat.
Waking up in the night to use the bathroom… reaching out my arms in the dark to feel the way. My movement here isn’t muscle memory yet. I still feel like I’m visiting.
The day we moved in I noticed the laundry room smells like wet dog and cinnamon. What exactly went on in here?
The fans in this house are quiet when they turn. I’m a fan of quiet fans.
Three trains go by each day. One in the morning, and then one in the evening. And then one again in the middle of the night. So far I never mind the one in the night. “Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance.”
The kids aren’t used to stairs. We go slow on them together. Holding railings. Holding hands. I never want to reach the landing.
I’ve dubbed the living room: “space of air and light.” It’s my favorite place in this house…so far.