I’ve had the Huck family in my house for three weeks now. I realized the other day that my house doesn’t smell like my house anymore.
Actually – the upstairs still does, for the most part. The downstairs smells like another place entirely. It doesn’t smell bad, mind you, it just smells different: three different bodies, different laundry soaps, different kitchen smells, and a different cat.
It’s strange (and a little bit sad) to walk in your home and realize that, on a very visceral level, it’s not your home anymore.
hang in there, jen. i know you can do this. and when you just can't take it anymore, blame your hormones. ;) and then come live with me.
Posted by: kat at October 24, 2005 8:06 AMThat sucks. I am surprised they agreed to move in anyway. That seems like a long time to live at someone's house. Will you be spending Christmas with them?
Posted by: Ryland at October 24, 2005 8:42 AMIt doesn't suck, it's just different. I'm not known for my flexibility (literal or figurative), so this whole deal is a lesson for me.
They'll be at the house at least through Christmas. I think that it would be nice to have a Christmas morning together, although we haven't discussed it. One thing at a time, yes?
Posted by: Jen Rodis at October 25, 2005 11:06 AMSmells are pretty powerful for me. I can definitely understand how it might take you aback when you don't smell what you expect to smell.
Posted by: JennySmith at October 25, 2005 1:37 PM