|Signing the last of the paperwork!|
|Receiving the key to MY house!|
As soon as the deal was done, Amanda and I headed over to the house to begin a full-scale cleaning. Soon after, my dad, brothers, and friend, Tom came over to install two ceiling fans for me. Saturday, the moving began.
|My dad and half brother, Zeth, taking a break.|
|master bedroom (Does this mean I'm the "master"?)|
|Being the neighborhood rebel by installing an American flag.|
|Jeremy, replacing smoke detector batteries.|
|My table-less dining room.|
|Master bathroom. Cleaning this room was a test of my gag reflex.|
|Didn't turn out too shabby.|
Since taking these pictures, I've painted my front door and half the kitchen. Being able to grow six inches would really make painting much easier. Anyone know of a way I can do that?
I've also met a neighbor. Or, what I thought was a neighbor. I was taking Pippi for a walk yesterday and this dude with a little dog asked if it was ok if our dogs meet. I was hesitant, but Pippi didn't bite his face off. SCORE! Dude then asked if I just moved in and told me that, "this is actually my ex-wife's dog". Oh. Umm. Awesome? I'm glad I didn't tell him which house I moved into.
Today I'm exhausted, but I get to wake up a half hour later than I used to for work, and my drive to the bus lot is probably all of three miles. That's about 20 less miles than I'm used to. I'm looking forward to not having to fill my gas tank up once a week!