Well we did it. Three weeks ago we moved into our new house. I had forgotten how hard and just how stressful it is to move. Don’t worry, it’s all coming back to me now.
This place is gigantasaures! We have to practictly scream to hear each other from one end of the house to the other. I guess I wasn’t joking when I nicknamed it the “mansion.” This is the hardest I’ve worked in a long time and I only had to take three days off to visit what will no doubt be my new neighborhood hospital. Kidney infection strikes again.
I do love it here, I feel like this is my dream house. A hundred year old victorian with all original woodwork and leaded glass windows. Dark finished hardwood floors in the master, and a surprisingly open floor plan. Walk-in closets everywhere. The glass is so old it’s wavy, and I finally have a 2nd bathroom. I’m off to bed now, I am so sore and tired.
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