We move tomorrow! We move tomorrow!
We are so ready to be homeowners again. This apartment, while the right short term choice, doesn’t work well for our family. And it has some plumbing and electrical quirks that we will not miss at all, not in the slightest, teeniest bit.
Nor will we miss duplex living. Our original neighbors were very, very quiet. In fact, we heard them more when they were out of town, because the relative who dogsat for them was not as good at keeping the dog from barking, and he liked the tv louder than they did. Their replacements are also very nice, and pretty quiet, but we hear them and their dog anyway.
I do not promise to have no complaints about the new house, and I promise to continue venting about the challenges of getting the jungle under control. But I could not possibly be more excited to get into a home of our own again. No one tramping around above us! No one we have to call to get them to call the plumber! Paint colors of our own choosing! No more rug underneath the table where we eat!
(And indeed, that rug will be thrown in the trash. I never liked it, and now it has 1.5 years of Noah’s and Josie’s un-vacuum-upable food particles ground into it. But the chairs and table have presumably done no damage to the delicate hardwood floor below.)
Josie’s last scream of waking up in this house. (She spends tonight at Grandma & Grandpa’s.) Must go.
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