We LOVE our new place. Sure, we went from a 4 bedroom house with a yard to a 2 bedroom apartment. But it’s ours. Well, we don’t own it, but you know, only our little family lives in it. It’s cozy. I can prepare dinner on the large kitchen bench that overlooks the living/play/dining room while Hannah happily plays. I got to organise everything in the kitchen just the way I like it. If I have to pee in the middle of the night (who am I kidding, I’m 39 weeks pregnant, it’s more like when I have to pee in the middle of the night), I can roll out of bed and walk to the bathroom naked. No clothes needed, I’m not going to run into anyone except for Aaron, and he likes it when I’m naked anyway (I’m sure he’s blushing as he reads this…). There is a big bathtub and a modern spacious kitchen. The list goes on and on.
Even Hannah loves it here. Whenever we go elsewhere, she looks at me all serious-like and says “Hannah go home now to new house.” Never in a million years did I think she’d take to a new place so well, especially since it meant leaving Grandma and YaYa behind. I guess she thought it was too crowded too. Plus now the big screen TV is in the same room she plays in, so she gets to watch Mickey and Dora on it; something she never got to do before. She even said she wants to share her room with Baby Brother.
The move probably would have been a lot smoother if Hannah didn’t get sick soon after and end up in the hospital, but that’s a whole ‘nother story….
The only problem with the new place is the smoking. We don’t smoke. Yuck. I’ve never even tried one. Ick. Just the thought makes me cringe! But our neighbours all seem to smoke. Except maybe the other new tenant across the way who also has a 2 year old girl. And smoke travels. There is no smoking allowed inside the building, so everyone goes just outside their doors and smokes there instead. I can smell smoke like no ones business. Sigh. It comes under our door and assaults my nostrils. Smoke that has been in someone else’s body comes in my door and enters my body. Ew. Just because you want lung cancer doesn’t mean I do…. I think I need to buy a door snake. Maybe that will help.
Fair enough, I can see why the smoke comes in under the front door. That makes sense. But a some of the time, there is a strong smell of cigarette smoke in the bathroom. Yeah, the bathroom. The bathroom that has a closed window, is on the second story of the apartment building (with the rest of our apartment of course), has no common walls with any other unit, and has a bunch of trees right out side it (so no one can stand under it smoking). I can’t for the life of me, figure out why the bathroom smells like smoke. How did the smell get there? It’s not like Aaron or I am hiding out in the bathroom chain smoking. It’s certainly not Hannah. Are all the vents connected and someone is cheekily smoking in their bathroom? But then wouldn’t I see smoke coming out of them? Maybe it’s like Toy Story and our bathroom fixtures all get together and party while we’re out. Hmmm…..
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