Ever since I've gotten the house, I've felt grown-up in ways I haven't before. It pretty much started before I moved in, when I'd drive by on Sunday nights just to put the trash cans out. It's a responsibility that I've never actually had before, and it's something I definitely have to do. I mean, if I miss a week, I'll have overflowing garbage for the next seven days. Nobody else is going to do it for me, and I can't just "make it up tomorrow."
Had the same feeling today when, in preparation for what may or may not be hordes of trick-or-treaters (I live in a very "holiday happy" neighborhood, so it's quite likely I'll be overrun), I went outside with a broom and actually swept up my entryway. It's been very windy of late, and the walkway to my door is sort of enclosed on three sides (well, four, if you count the skylight), so once leaves get in there, they aren't going anywhere. So, here's me with a broom, sweeping up about four dustpans full of leaves and random dirt. Because small children will be arriving soon, likely with parents in tow, and I want to make a good impression.
I don't want to say I enjoy doing chores (one look at the current state of my laundry hampers will disabuse you of that notion), but I do get a simple sort of high out of taking care of my house. Partly because it's my house, and partly because I'm doing what homeowners do.
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I do know that feeling. I had it when I first got married and had my very own home (well, OUR very own home). Then I felt it again when we finally bought a house. It is so very different and there is a sort of high at first. I'm glad you're enjoying your new home.
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