Playing House

This year my roommates & I stepped it up from a four bedroom duplex to a four bedroom house. The differences: a fenced in yard, a neighborhood, and housing issues.   Within the last week we’ve had three high-ceiling kitchen lights go out, a leaky sink, and a mouse in the hizzouse. Granted all of these things could just as easily happen in a rented duplex, but for some reason they seem like a bigger deal when they’re in a bigger space (first world problems, I know). 

When it comes to these kinds of housing situations, sometimes we fix the problem ourselves, sometimes we call someone, and sometimes we let it ride. 

The Mouse: with the mouse problem, we fixed it ourselves (actually all my other roommates, I was out of town). We started sensing there was a mouse problem once bits and pieces of candy and, surprisingly, bananas were missing. So either other roommates were nibbling to steal each others‘ food, or there was a mouse in the house. The latter proved to be true when a trap was set and filled within days. I’m sad to report a mouse was harmed in the process. 

The Sink: we had to call someone to solve the sink problem--we are no plumbers. For some reason our faucet was leaking out the backside onto the countertop as well as underneath the sink into the presumed mouse hole (we think it may have been flooded out..oops). I was super stoked to get a new faucet after Handyman paid us a visit...until I realized our new faucet was a downsize. The old one had a pull out handle/hose thing. Fancy times. Now it’s back to old school attached faucet status (again, first world problems, I know). 

You see? So regular. 

The Lights: we still haven’t done anything about the lights. I like to think of it as perma-mood lighting in the kitchen. So romantic. 

So whether we fix it ourselves, call someone, or let it be with these issues, I consistently feel like I'm just playing house. Maybe the next one will feel more like the real world.