I'm now a home-owner. Well...to be accurate, the bank owns most of my home; I think I own the powder room, spare bedroom, and linen closet.
Michael and I began to talk about living together, probably selling his condo and buying a bigger place for the two of us (and his 2000 dvds, my 2000 books, his TV temple, my piano...). So I suppose I was already in the mindset...after many ponderings on my own, with friends and with my parents, I took the plunge and purchased his condo.
I know some of you wonder if this is wise or not, but he made it a place of peace and comfort for me--a place to escape from daily stresses and turmoils. And throughout everything, his home kept those qualities. Yes, at times it is difficult being here, but it really is the best thing for me.
Well...apart from the kitchen.
Yes. I now live with Beelzebub. Oh sure he looks all sweet and innocent, promising to come up to temp or even just turn on, but as soon as you turn your back on him...well, it's not nice. He's either is cold as ice or his ire singes the most innocent of foodstuffs. He even kept his white cloak from the days before his fall to lull you into believing he's one of the good 'uns.I've developed the theory that his fall from grace came out of sheer laziness. He wasn't used much in the previous nine years, pretty much replaced by the microwave, steamers, the grill thingie and toaster oven. I put him through is paces every so often--as did My Beloved One--but not often enough, apparently. But now that he's required to be...well...fully functional at a moment's notice, he's just not happy.
My father even made derisive comments about this stove. So much so that I'm given free access to their wonderful stove to feed myself and others. It will be a while until he is exorcised from my kitchen--I'm hoping for a gas stove, but I need to a) save up for a mini-reno and b) get the association's okay (in case the gas piping needs to go outside the townhouse)--but until then, I'm stuck with this fallen angel...
I hope living there can keep some of your good memories of Michael close to your heart. Keeping my fingers crossed that it won't be too long before you can replace it with a nice gas stove.
I think it is nice that you will keep Michael's memories close to you. I also hope you can get a new stove soon. Hugs!
Only you know what is best for you, and if you know that being in this place brings you peace and joy, that is where you should be. With a new stove. (But keep the couscoussier!)
Listen to your heart ... I am sure you will find the peace and happy memories there. I love Beelzebub he is rather hot! LOL!
And yet he looks so innocent! I have no doubts that you'll get Beelzebub into tip top shape soon enough. Or ... replace him!
Once again, I'm so happy that you were able to buy the condo. I think it's the right place to be.
So good to have you back and blogging again. I think I'm living with Beelzebub's cousin, by the way!
I think I hear in your words that a number of people tried to talk you out of buy the condo, I'm sure all with good intentions.
Always my first advice is: Good advice is easy to give but the best advice is what works for you. I think mostly give advice based on what worked for them. That's fine but may not work for you.
Always I'm for follow your heart.
Somehow I think Beelzebub will find his way out of your kitchen sooner than later.
So good to have you with us again!!
Congratulations on the home, and hopefully it will be filled with good memories from the past and from memories yet to come. That stove though...surely the bank owns that still, and you can ask them for a refund? Just a thought. :)
Glad to see that you doing fine. Not sure about that Beelzebub though.
Can't wait to hear more about what you have been up to. Take care.
Glad to have you back! You know what works for you now. Sometimes what we do doesn't make sense to those around us, but it makes sense to us, but it is your life, your heart. The stove oven is one weaked one for sure!
Congratulations and it's good to have you back! Hope you can get your new stove soon, I am also cooking on an old one - albeit gas, and I know how frustrating it can be when it doesn't work right!
Thanks so much for your kind words.
Beelzebub is slowly--but not surely--accepting his fate. We're learning to work with one another, but I still dream of a lovely gas stove.
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