I Don't Understand
I Had no Clue
Sunday, 6/14/09
I woke up late in the morning, to the sound of complete silence, and decided to give myself a tour. Mom and Dad wanted to surprise us, and hadn't shown us our bedrooms or anything. They had bought the house and hired a team of interior designers and landscapers. My parents basically handed them a budget and let them have at it. I hope they got it right... All of us kids had put in our suggestions and preferences, but there's no saying as to what they actually chose to use.
So I found my way outside to look at the front of the house. I like it well enough. My amateur guess would be that it's just over 2,000 square feet, But I could be underestimating. It's stone and very modern, it's got a nice porch out front with a swing, and a fair-sized yard. I can see a tall maple tree peeking from over behind the roof.
I head back inside through the front door. Right inside the door is an open landing, kind of like a small foyer, which I assume will be the mud room, since there are shoe racks and coat hooks. It's painted a warm cream, and has got an open stairway with a wooden banister and cream carpeting that leads up, and a door that I opened to find a wooden stairway leading down. I'll be back for those later...
To my left is a good-sized, although minimalist kitchen, which is painted to match the landing, and has lots of counter space and cupboards, that are stocked with everything I need to continue my own kitchen escapades. I immediately see an oven with a stovetop and broiler, a microwave, and a refrigerator/freezer combination. I am glad the kitchen is nice, since Mom spends almost all her time at home in the kitchen.
I walk through the kitchen and theres an open wall to my right, a door to a cozy little living room, all set up with couches, tables, bookshelves, and arm chairs. There's a big bay window facing the road, that is set up almost like a window seat. There's a door in one wall that opens to a half-bath. Obviously our guest bathroom.
In a short hall off of the family room, I find my parents' master bedroom at the back of the house, with an attached full bath, but still don't see my family. Weird. Even weirder? There was a lovely crib set up next to my parents' California King bed. What on EARTH??
I brush my worries off entirely, and close the door behind me.
I walk up the stairs, and there's a wide hallway, going from side-to-side in my new house, perpendicular to the staircase, and parallel to the road. There are two doors on one wall, two on the other, and one on the far end. The door right in front of the stairs is open, and I see it's a big full bathroom, with a counter spanning one long wall, that has two sinks. on the other wall is the toilet and a bathtub/shower combo. I see four fluffy bathrobes hanging up on the far wall, and on further inspection, discover they have the four Cortez children's names embroidered on them. Not to sound dorky for my word use, but... Snazzy.
the door next to the bathroom opens to a large bedroom with light blue walls, all decorated in lace and ladybugs. It has a twin loft bed, with another twin bed sticking out from underneath it. Like a bunk bed. Except... not? Does that make any sense? The room is furnished and finished for Kenzie and Leigh, and it definitely suits them.
I close their door behind me and open the door nearly opposite the bathroom, to see Dan's room. It's deep blue like his room at home, all furnished in his same walnut, blue, and warm cream color-set. Guess he didn't really want a change. He even has his queen bed and dresser, everything shoved over to reserve half of his room to be set up the same way as at home. With a couch and that huge gaming system he's bought over the years. He actually has several systems set up attached to his widescreen Tv. I guess he requested that it be the same. And judging by his still-existing system, gamers never grow up.
I close his door and open the one next to it. This room is set up very nicely, the walls painted in the palest pink, the bed with ruffly lavender bedding. there's various bedroom furniture set up just like anywhere else. But somehow I don't think it's mine.
I open the last door. The one on the very end. And I immediately felt so at home. The walls were the palest green, almost white. The carpeting was cream, there was a seemingly hand-made braided rug on the floor. The trimmings and doors were all deep, dark brown. My bed frame was white, queen-sized, and stylized to look almost Victorian, with a spring green and dusty rose floral quilt and bed set. I had a dresser, two bedside tables with lamps, and a desk that all matched my bed frame. The closet had a mirror on the sliding door, and was set up with organizers and dividers to make the most of the small space. There was a big floor length window behind my bed that looked out from the side of the house. By now I was sprawled on my bed, just soaking it all in. My room felt like 100 years ago in France. Exactly where I belong. I looked up from the pattern of my quilt (I had been tracing it with my finger.) And I saw a beam of light trailing up to a doorway in the upper left corner of my room. I stood up and walked over, very curious. I rounded the corner and arrived at a glass door. I halted before it. Speechless. Through the door in this little hall, there were white tables attached to the walls, and on them were electrical equipment, computer monitors, microphones lying down, user manuals, and lots of other equipment. There was an electric-acoustic guitar leaning against the wall, next to a folded up quality keyboard. But you know that round tower room that some houses have? Well here it was. Inside another glass door, attached to my bedroom, and set up to be a recording studio. Inside the studio was a tall stool, and a microphone set up and ready to go. But what stood out to me the most was the sound-proof glass and sound-reflective material lining the walls. The stuff they use in small studios. They had thought of everything, and there were tears in my eyes. I walked over to the glass studio door where there was a note taped there, in my Dad's handwriting.
Angelina
As your Daddy, I've learned your dreams. Follow them, sweetheart! Ask Dan for help with the equipment.
How is it that with no occasion whatsoever... And a very tight family budget... My Dad gifts me a recording studio? In my own bedroom?? I run out of my room and downstairs to my parent's bedroom, tears streaming down my face with my hand over my mouth. I need to find my Dad. I need to tell him to return the equipment. I don't deserve this gift. I couldn't find my parents, but I noticed that cradle again, and forgot my tears. Why on earth do my parents have a baby cradle? And who is the extra bedroom for?
I woke up late in the morning, to the sound of complete silence, and decided to give myself a tour. Mom and Dad wanted to surprise us, and hadn't shown us our bedrooms or anything. They had bought the house and hired a team of interior designers and landscapers. My parents basically handed them a budget and let them have at it. I hope they got it right... All of us kids had put in our suggestions and preferences, but there's no saying as to what they actually chose to use.
So I found my way outside to look at the front of the house. I like it well enough. My amateur guess would be that it's just over 2,000 square feet, But I could be underestimating. It's stone and very modern, it's got a nice porch out front with a swing, and a fair-sized yard. I can see a tall maple tree peeking from over behind the roof.
I head back inside through the front door. Right inside the door is an open landing, kind of like a small foyer, which I assume will be the mud room, since there are shoe racks and coat hooks. It's painted a warm cream, and has got an open stairway with a wooden banister and cream carpeting that leads up, and a door that I opened to find a wooden stairway leading down. I'll be back for those later...
To my left is a good-sized, although minimalist kitchen, which is painted to match the landing, and has lots of counter space and cupboards, that are stocked with everything I need to continue my own kitchen escapades. I immediately see an oven with a stovetop and broiler, a microwave, and a refrigerator/freezer combination. I am glad the kitchen is nice, since Mom spends almost all her time at home in the kitchen.
I walk through the kitchen and theres an open wall to my right, a door to a cozy little living room, all set up with couches, tables, bookshelves, and arm chairs. There's a big bay window facing the road, that is set up almost like a window seat. There's a door in one wall that opens to a half-bath. Obviously our guest bathroom.
In a short hall off of the family room, I find my parents' master bedroom at the back of the house, with an attached full bath, but still don't see my family. Weird. Even weirder? There was a lovely crib set up next to my parents' California King bed. What on EARTH??
I brush my worries off entirely, and close the door behind me.
I walk up the stairs, and there's a wide hallway, going from side-to-side in my new house, perpendicular to the staircase, and parallel to the road. There are two doors on one wall, two on the other, and one on the far end. The door right in front of the stairs is open, and I see it's a big full bathroom, with a counter spanning one long wall, that has two sinks. on the other wall is the toilet and a bathtub/shower combo. I see four fluffy bathrobes hanging up on the far wall, and on further inspection, discover they have the four Cortez children's names embroidered on them. Not to sound dorky for my word use, but... Snazzy.
the door next to the bathroom opens to a large bedroom with light blue walls, all decorated in lace and ladybugs. It has a twin loft bed, with another twin bed sticking out from underneath it. Like a bunk bed. Except... not? Does that make any sense? The room is furnished and finished for Kenzie and Leigh, and it definitely suits them.
I close their door behind me and open the door nearly opposite the bathroom, to see Dan's room. It's deep blue like his room at home, all furnished in his same walnut, blue, and warm cream color-set. Guess he didn't really want a change. He even has his queen bed and dresser, everything shoved over to reserve half of his room to be set up the same way as at home. With a couch and that huge gaming system he's bought over the years. He actually has several systems set up attached to his widescreen Tv. I guess he requested that it be the same. And judging by his still-existing system, gamers never grow up.
I close his door and open the one next to it. This room is set up very nicely, the walls painted in the palest pink, the bed with ruffly lavender bedding. there's various bedroom furniture set up just like anywhere else. But somehow I don't think it's mine.
I open the last door. The one on the very end. And I immediately felt so at home. The walls were the palest green, almost white. The carpeting was cream, there was a seemingly hand-made braided rug on the floor. The trimmings and doors were all deep, dark brown. My bed frame was white, queen-sized, and stylized to look almost Victorian, with a spring green and dusty rose floral quilt and bed set. I had a dresser, two bedside tables with lamps, and a desk that all matched my bed frame. The closet had a mirror on the sliding door, and was set up with organizers and dividers to make the most of the small space. There was a big floor length window behind my bed that looked out from the side of the house. By now I was sprawled on my bed, just soaking it all in. My room felt like 100 years ago in France. Exactly where I belong. I looked up from the pattern of my quilt (I had been tracing it with my finger.) And I saw a beam of light trailing up to a doorway in the upper left corner of my room. I stood up and walked over, very curious. I rounded the corner and arrived at a glass door. I halted before it. Speechless. Through the door in this little hall, there were white tables attached to the walls, and on them were electrical equipment, computer monitors, microphones lying down, user manuals, and lots of other equipment. There was an electric-acoustic guitar leaning against the wall, next to a folded up quality keyboard. But you know that round tower room that some houses have? Well here it was. Inside another glass door, attached to my bedroom, and set up to be a recording studio. Inside the studio was a tall stool, and a microphone set up and ready to go. But what stood out to me the most was the sound-proof glass and sound-reflective material lining the walls. The stuff they use in small studios. They had thought of everything, and there were tears in my eyes. I walked over to the glass studio door where there was a note taped there, in my Dad's handwriting.
Angelina
As your Daddy, I've learned your dreams. Follow them, sweetheart! Ask Dan for help with the equipment.
How is it that with no occasion whatsoever... And a very tight family budget... My Dad gifts me a recording studio? In my own bedroom?? I run out of my room and downstairs to my parent's bedroom, tears streaming down my face with my hand over my mouth. I need to find my Dad. I need to tell him to return the equipment. I don't deserve this gift. I couldn't find my parents, but I noticed that cradle again, and forgot my tears. Why on earth do my parents have a baby cradle? And who is the extra bedroom for?
Notes
Tiny cliffhanger there. Update tomorrow!
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