I’m back to share a bit more of my home – Ok.. actually I’m here to share a re-do. I moved my tree. Yes. I moved a fully decorated tree. It’s much easier than it sounds. I simply slid it over a few feet no biggie. Especially since I’ve been known to do this before. The first year we were in Italy I moved my tree three times, I couldn’t figure out where I wanted it, and seeing it in the spot was the best option for me. I also do this with furniture. I can visualize until I’m cross-eyed, but seeing the furniture in the room in the space is what I prefer. When you move as much as we do, sometimes furniture doesn’t work exactly the way you thought it would, it’s all part and parcel with making military housing a home.…
I love Christmas! I LOVE decorating for Christmas. When you’re in the military and move every so many
It’s been two months. Only ten more till my husband gets to come home. (I’m not counting down or anything…) I slept in the middle of the bed the other night. I guess I got tired of waking to a perfectly made side of the bed. I got all diagonal through the night and everything which resulted in me deciding to not make the bed the following morning, which led to a week of not making the bed. I awoke this morning and washed my bedding and made the bed, because not making the bed sets a rather poor example for my boys.
It remains to be seen if I’ll continue sleeping in the middle of the bed, or go back to my side.
Since my husband deployed last October, the “busy” in my life has grown exponentially – and not the normal playing “two roles” busy, but busy with volunteer activities, meetups, kids things, and I’ve been faithfully working on my fitness. All in all apart from the expected mishaps that only seem to happen when one’s husband deploys [key word for sewage spewing from your pipes] and the part where my husband is deployed things have been pretty great here. I’m still in love with Italy but as I’ve lived here nearly a year I am beginning to miss some of the conveniences that we have in the U.S. that just aren’t part of the culture here.
This last week I’ve been fighting this sinus thing I’ve aptly named the “Aviano Funk” and so today I am at last taking a full day to rest which involved me not leaving my house for anything apart from dropping off and collecting my boys from their school bus stop. Watching old movies and working on giving my blog a makeover I’ve wanted to do for some time.
I am absolutely pleased with the results. I initially was veering toward using fonts that mimicked a typewriter but found it to be too distracting and since the overall look I’m going for is plain and simple I settled on what you see before you. It’s probably the happiest I’ve ever been with a theme for my blog in years.
It’s hard to believe our first winter here is nearly over. We’ve had a lot of rain which I wasn’t expecting and to my surprise absolutely adore. If I remember correctly in the last month we’ve only had a few days where we saw the sun. It’s beginning to get annoying but I just think about how glorious and green our Spring will be.
On Monday we decided on a house and in the excitement and desire to just be settled we made sort of a spur of the moment decision on car in the freezing cold rain.
Test driving and deciding on a car while your teeth are chattering is never a good idea. Trust me.
It was a ’91 BMW that was priced right as it’s owner was scheduled to PCS (i.e. leave) our base in two days time. We thought it too good a deal to pass up and began the process of purchasing the car.
A few hours later that decision began to not sit so well with me. One because it was a manual transmission and my husband doesn’t know how to drive a stick-shift. The thought of teaching him didn’t freak me out or anything like that. I’m sure we probably would’ve gotten into an argument or four along the way, and I was sure I could teach him in an afternoon. However when I really began to think about driving this vintage-behemoth (behemoth around here anyway) I began to think perhaps we hadn’t made the wisest of choices.
Because of the age of the car it also didn’t come with things I’ve grown accustomed to in an automobile. Things like ABS brakes and air bags to name a few or even cup holders as they are an up grade when purchasing BMW’s here the original owner decided he could do with out. Clearly this person didn’t have children who had an affinity for sipping their juice boxes while driving.
Yesterday morning around one I woke up with a gnawing in my stomach. That car was not right for our family. I tossed and turned. Switched on my iPad and began looking for other newer cars. Yes we’d have to spend more but having a good safe reliable car was the important thing.
I was able to get passed the glove box not working properly or the fact that in order to lock the driver’s side door I’d have to use the trunk. I liked that it was in pretty good condition and that the owner had put on great tires and upgraded the sound system. What I didn’t was the driver’s side window wouldn’t go completely up. Leaving a space about a half inch wide. I’m cold here in our rental car with the heat on. I figured that would be an added distraction. When you add that and the manual transmission, plus the way my Italian neighbors drive and the small narrow roads I figured we were asking for a collision.
We cancelled that purchase and bought a car ten years younger. It comes w/ air bags and ABS brakes, and windows that close completely. I forgot to look to make sure it had cup holders, at least I know I wont freeze while driving.
Now that I’m on the topic of purchasing a car I thought I might share some information we learned for those who are PCS’g here.
I honestly think it would be easier to buy a house in Italy. In order to purchase a new car we’d have to wait about 8 months for it to arrive as we’d have to order it with the specifications we wanted. Furthermore military members overseas can only finance new cars though their banks like USAA.
Purchasing a used car was very simple as we used a local dealer who is well established with the base and all the regulations they and Italy require. Selection was very slim as automatic cars go quick and are few in number as most people here drive manual transmissions.
However if you plan to purchase a vehicle from an Italian dealership there are some rules you need to follow and should make sure you use a dealership who is familiar with the process to ensure things go as smooth and as quickly (hahahahahaha) as they can.
All of the rules will be explained to you in detail when you in-process and the information is readily available from the Pass & Registration office. If you have any questions feel free to ask and I’ll answer them to the best of my knowledge or at the very least point you in the right direction.
We’ll get our “new” car in a week after all the paper work has been filed and officiated. Until then we’re driving a rental.
We began our house hunting officially last Wednesday, but really I’d been combing the classifieds for military housing www.ahrn.com for months. This house kept catching my eye when ever it appeared on my search findings but I figured it probably hadn’t been removed and had already been rented.
Turns out it hadn’t and was the first place and only stand alone home we looked at. We saw about 5 others, all very nice, apartments and duplexes but this one we liked best. It’s a four bedroom two and a half bath with a little back yard and a view of the Dolomite mountains that really sealed the deal for us. A few added bonuses are a mudroom/laundry room, a little square room (it’s technically called a bedroom, but will be my writer’s nook) and a closet under the stairs ah-la Harry Potter!
We began the contract process today and hope to have it back in our hands very soon. After which Base Housing will have to come in and inspect the home to make sure it’s “livable” and review the contract before we can make it official. Next week is Holy week and then Monday is a holiday here so I’m not expecting to move in immediately. However, we have a place we’ll call home and that is the important thing.
I can’t express enough how anxious we are to be settled. After two years of living apart and not in our own space, having some place that is ours again will be delightful.