Friday marks a momentous occasion in the personal growth of the newly established Young family. After two years of decisions, waiting, progress, waiting, issues, waiting, more issues, waiting, I-can't-believe-how-long-this-is-taking, and more waiting, we've finally moved into our new home. It was a mad-rush at the end - and things were, of course, missed - but it's inhabitable, and it's ours. All ours.
Of course Calli went nuts exploring her new surroundings, and for the most part so did we. Our first night we slept on an air mattress, we spent Saturday organizing the old apartment, and Sunday we had movers move everything we couldn't. Right now our home looks like a giant box monster took a dump in every room, except the kitchen. The entire place is in disarray with a mixture of furniture and boxes. And there's a long list of things that we need to address, but it's ours. All ours.
I'm a little frustrated with our builder over a couple things. Primarily the fact that my truck doesn't fit in the garage. You'd think this is something I should've known, but plans call for 22 ft, and Bob (the truck) isn't 22 ft long. The problem is to fix a plumbing problem (one of the delays) they added pipes in and out of the back of the garage. They then covered it with dry wall and called it a day. It also proved to shorten our garage by at least a foot. It would've been a tight fit anyway and we probably would leave it out most of the time, but it would've been nice to at least have the option. Oh, but it's ours. All ours.
There's some craziness going on with our cable too. Brighthouse screwed up the wiring to our house. There's cable running from the street around my house to the cable box on the other side. They were supposed to come and fix it today, now they're saying a week and a half. And I don't have all the channels I'm paying for. I'm about to drop their over-priced asses for a satellite dish. But it's ours. All ours.
I'm now writing this in my new office, in my new house, on my new street, in my new neighborhood. All very cool. And all ours.
Of course Calli went nuts exploring her new surroundings, and for the most part so did we. Our first night we slept on an air mattress, we spent Saturday organizing the old apartment, and Sunday we had movers move everything we couldn't. Right now our home looks like a giant box monster took a dump in every room, except the kitchen. The entire place is in disarray with a mixture of furniture and boxes. And there's a long list of things that we need to address, but it's ours. All ours.
I'm a little frustrated with our builder over a couple things. Primarily the fact that my truck doesn't fit in the garage. You'd think this is something I should've known, but plans call for 22 ft, and Bob (the truck) isn't 22 ft long. The problem is to fix a plumbing problem (one of the delays) they added pipes in and out of the back of the garage. They then covered it with dry wall and called it a day. It also proved to shorten our garage by at least a foot. It would've been a tight fit anyway and we probably would leave it out most of the time, but it would've been nice to at least have the option. Oh, but it's ours. All ours.
There's some craziness going on with our cable too. Brighthouse screwed up the wiring to our house. There's cable running from the street around my house to the cable box on the other side. They were supposed to come and fix it today, now they're saying a week and a half. And I don't have all the channels I'm paying for. I'm about to drop their over-priced asses for a satellite dish. But it's ours. All ours.
I'm now writing this in my new office, in my new house, on my new street, in my new neighborhood. All very cool. And all ours.
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