Today is my 2 year anniversary of moving into my little house! It seems like I just got here, and at the same time it seems like a lifetime ago. I think that is a good sign... don't you?
I have really happy memories -- and/but it was such an emotionally charged time. I remember I closed on my house the Friday before we picked our jury for trial -- note to self: Do not ever buy a house and get ready for trial at the same time...
And so although the house was mine, I had to wait a few weeks before I could even set foot in it; I simply didn't have an hour to spare to go do a quick walk through and hug the walls. While I was in trial, Red checked on things for me and managed the new roof installation for me so that I could get home owner's insurance. Thanks Red!
And then -- the jury came back in our favor -- and in the post-trial haze the movers came and loaded the truck -- Vic did some remodeling, Red and I did a few trips of random items with his truck, and I went to pick up Cole at the airport.
We three unpacked boxes, sipped champagne and laughed. A LOT. I still laugh when I think about that weekend. Unpacking was especially entertaining because I hadn't packed things myself; I had hired a guy from the Wholefoods coffee bar to pack for me. I had no time but had extra cash. He had extra time and needed cash. And then he labeled them with terms like this -- I never knew what would be in any given box:
I mean, who wouldn't laugh at that?
And so, tonight I'll take a moment to sit down, and look around me, and raise a glass of bubbly to commemorate the day. Cheers!
I have really happy memories -- and/but it was such an emotionally charged time. I remember I closed on my house the Friday before we picked our jury for trial -- note to self: Do not ever buy a house and get ready for trial at the same time...
And so although the house was mine, I had to wait a few weeks before I could even set foot in it; I simply didn't have an hour to spare to go do a quick walk through and hug the walls. While I was in trial, Red checked on things for me and managed the new roof installation for me so that I could get home owner's insurance. Thanks Red!
And then -- the jury came back in our favor -- and in the post-trial haze the movers came and loaded the truck -- Vic did some remodeling, Red and I did a few trips of random items with his truck, and I went to pick up Cole at the airport.
We three unpacked boxes, sipped champagne and laughed. A LOT. I still laugh when I think about that weekend. Unpacking was especially entertaining because I hadn't packed things myself; I had hired a guy from the Wholefoods coffee bar to pack for me. I had no time but had extra cash. He had extra time and needed cash. And then he labeled them with terms like this -- I never knew what would be in any given box:
I mean, who wouldn't laugh at that?
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| Taking a break to survey my new kingdom |
