Well then.
It appears I've been neglecting LJ. Turns out I have a pretty good reason. (No not *that* reason - that would be FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC and the post would include sparklers and cartwheels)
But. After searching since October'09 we have finally bought a house! Well, I guess technically we have a completed agreement to purchase, the sale will be final May 31st. But that's a hell of a boring way to say it, so I'll go back to 'we've bought a house!'
Much to my husband's dismay it does not have a pool, but he's already plotting, (I can tell). The seller's pictures don't do it justice, but I think it would be a bit creepy to head over there and start snapping pics from the road so they'll have to do:
My next heart attack is getting this house ready to sell. Do you have any idea how much crap will accumulate in a house when you stay in it for 14 years? And have a kid? And hope to have another? I need a house to store my stuff before I can move it into my new house. I cannot wait to see the agent's reaction on Sunday.
Interesting fact: Half of my wool/fabric stash has filled 30 rubbermaid bins.
Possibly related: I am so sick of decluttering that I'm working on a time machine.
But. After searching since October'09 we have finally bought a house! Well, I guess technically we have a completed agreement to purchase, the sale will be final May 31st. But that's a hell of a boring way to say it, so I'll go back to 'we've bought a house!'
Much to my husband's dismay it does not have a pool, but he's already plotting, (I can tell). The seller's pictures don't do it justice, but I think it would be a bit creepy to head over there and start snapping pics from the road so they'll have to do:
My next heart attack is getting this house ready to sell. Do you have any idea how much crap will accumulate in a house when you stay in it for 14 years? And have a kid? And hope to have another? I need a house to store my stuff before I can move it into my new house. I cannot wait to see the agent's reaction on Sunday.
Interesting fact: Half of my wool/fabric stash has filled 30 rubbermaid bins.
Possibly related: I am so sick of decluttering that I'm working on a time machine.