I consider our family vagabons. Never mind the fact my husband is in the military. We've had so much happen in the last 2 years. This is our 4th address change in those 2 years. We've lived in 3 different states during that time. We now live in a beautiful house. You'd never guess it's part of base housing with the word beautiful in the same sentence. There's hardwood floors & a pretty slate floor. In this house I have my own beautiful pantry, Corian countertops, a corner lazy susan cabinet (this one set me over the edge!), a double drawer dish washer, glass cooktop, stainless appliances... I could go on. I used to work for a kitchen/bath showroom, so I appreciate a well designed kitchen.
I really feel so blessed to have the opportunity to live in such a beautiful house. We have huge walk-in closets, storage galore, a 2 car garage. I have things in this house that we've never had as a family. My husband was nice enough to give me the 3rd bedroom as my craft room. It's just the bookshelves (with only my crap!) & my craft table. I'll post pictures when I get it set up. I can't imagine a place to call all my own. What did I do to deserve all this?