We’ve been here seven days. During that time Jim has been working and I’ve been doing other household business while we live and cook in an extended-stay hotel.
Tomorrow is decision-day and hopefully Monday morning is a move to a home we can live with for the next few months. Anything to get us out of what we’re doing now, but there are so few places available and fewer that meet our needs. We don’t need a seven-bedroom, two bath ski lodge. We don’t want one. But renting here is unusual.
We have several appointments tomorrow and will finally have a place to lay our heads for the next few months.
There’s much for me to do after that. Right now I’m at the desk by the kitchen and Jim is laying on the uncomfortable sofa with his laptop. We were able to get in touch with some family today, that’s good.
Right now all the single folks are wondering what drove me to Utah. The key is compromising, with the right person for you. Don’t compromise on the right person for you, but plan to compromise once you’re married. If he leaves his socks and underwear behind, figure out if that’s an issue with you. Cereal, in a bowl with milk, left even 30 minutes turns to glue. Does he rinse it, put it in the dishwasher or leave it for you to clean up?
I remember the thought of getting married right out of college then I realized I didn’t know who I was yet, much less take care of another.
Now I know who I am. It’s not Frat Party House, or cheap student apartment. It’s somewhere in-between where we can look around during this 6-month trial period and see where we might fit. One might think six months is a long time but we’ve been here a week in a hotel. Daffodils and Crocus’ are starting to come up despite snow and wind and cold.
I hope to find somewhere that will keep Jim, dog Zoe and me happy. It’s a tough economy and we’re lucky to have a job. Still hope you’re able to cook better things than I can on two burners, a microwave and pots and pans about the thickness of two sheets of aluminum foil.
What settler, other than Dee, would bring spatulas, knives, sponges, plastic scrubbies, a dish brush and dishwashing soap. And that’s nothing compared to what Aunt Lorna would bring to a two-day hotel picnic!
Cheers from Dee, Jim and Zoe, who is crashed right now after running like crazy after a ball and having a bath.
Cooking with Dee 