Cliff and I talk often about the manufactured home we're (hopefully) getting. Today we even went to Shawnee, Kansas, and bought a bedroom suite with mattress and box springs for the guest bedroom in the trailer. We found it on Craigslist.
(Note to the son and his family: with any luck you'll have a decent bed AND air conditioning when you visit in July.)
It strikes me as funny that the thing Cliff and I both anticipate most is closets. Three of them. BIG ones. Because we've only had one tiny one here, since 1975. One closet for two people.
We're tired of our entire hallway looking like this all winter because there's no place to put all the coats.
Oh, and we're tired of that five-gallon water-jug sitting on the clothes dryer. Our well-water is so hard it ruins coffee-pots (and lots of other things), so we drive two miles to the daughter's house and get town-water from her faucets with which to make coffee.
Our motorcycle leathers hang out in the shop because there's no room for them in the house.
Yes, having two bathrooms will be a treat. A dishwasher will be lovely, as will a garbage disposal. Air conditioning will be heaven.
But Cliff and I look forward to the closets most of all.
We've been asked why we don't take all the money we'll have to spend on the mobile-home site and put it into this old house.
Well, the basement walls are cracked. The well water is hard. We need a new septic tank here. The living room is too small. There's no place to put another closet. And there's an upstairs we don't even use where the plaster is falling from the ceiling. If we fixed all the cosmetic flaws, we still wouldn't have a closet, and our living room still wouldn't be big enough.
I want closets.