A while back I wrote this item about what to do with the room that would have belonged to my son. It was a very emotional decision to make. After all, we had hopes and dreams of raising our child in that room which were taken away. Ultimately we decided to make it a gym because we both need to get in shape. It seemed the perfect choice. A completely new room as opposed to turning it back into a guestroom.
A fresh start.
So we cleared out all the stuff that was left in the room (which wasn't much). I bought an exercise ball and we ordered a treadmill. We picked out just where it would go in the room and even considered getting a TV mounted on the wall across from it. There were a few delays with delivery because apparently we weren't the only ones purchasing exercise equipment right after New Year's Day. We were anxiously awaiting our new fitness room.
The treadmill arrived today and wouldn't you know it??? It wouldn't fit up our narrow, curving, English staircase. Shit! That staircase has been the bane of my existence since we moved in. Nothing of any size will make the sharp 45 degree turn that this staircase takes. In fact, I had to leave a bunch of our furniture in storage back in the US just for this reason. Nothing like having to move to a new country and then immediately have to buy furniture when you don't even know the names or locations of any furniture stores. That's a story for another time,,,,,, but my fellow expats know what I'm talking about.
|Next to the China Cabinet, isn't that just lovely?|
So our brand new, state of the art treadmill is now sitting in our dining room. Good times! Just what you want to look at when you're trying to eat,,, a treadmill. But it's the only place it will fit. So we have an overcrowded dining room downstairs, and an empty bedroom upstairs. How much does that suck?
Well that's what I get for trying to make plans.