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We have the house.
Seriously, I'm sitting in my VERY OWN KITCHEN typing this.
We signed Friday and picked out flooring for the great room repairs, then we cleaned all the things, even the basement, and packed up things left from the previous owner. (She passed on, and not everything was removed, so we boxed it up for her son. We still have to do the basement and garage.) Then we moved some boxes over and had a party. My brother even helped and stayed for the party! We didn't stay the first night though, returning to our old, familiar nest.
I cried so much, this wrenching combination of relief and disbelief, and it got so B would just laugh and give me a hug. Close to thirty times that first day. B was fine until the second day when he opened the silverware drawer to get a spoon and realized we had one IN OUR HOUSE.
Saturday we moved until we were exhausted, and then dad took us all out to dinner, me, B, his parents, my parents, and it was lovely. Everyone put in a big effort to get along, even though our parents wouldn't naturally be friends. First night in the new house!!!
Sunday was so hard. Mom brought over breakfast, but I didn't make church, and the moving was difficult due to sore and tired and just nitpicky things that needed to be gathered up and moved. Dad was SO HAPPY though, rearranging and cleaning his reclaimed upstairs with this big goofy grin on his face. Living together had gotten to be a huge strain towards the end. My parents, so awesome.
I've been unpacking like crazy, kitchen and food first followed by bathroom supplies. It's a pleasure to decide with B where WE want things to be, and there have been very few points where we didn't defer to the other. (The microwave was one... there IS no good place to put it, so we had a choice of awkward or terrible. We chose awkward.)
The house is still and quiet most of the time, so I've started playing music to ease the silence. It isn't so bad when we're both here though.
So. House.
It's been a long time coming. My only regret is that my grammy never got to see me grow up, and find a good guy, and get a house. She would have loved to see this, and she would have been so proud.
Seriously, I'm sitting in my VERY OWN KITCHEN typing this.
We signed Friday and picked out flooring for the great room repairs, then we cleaned all the things, even the basement, and packed up things left from the previous owner. (She passed on, and not everything was removed, so we boxed it up for her son. We still have to do the basement and garage.) Then we moved some boxes over and had a party. My brother even helped and stayed for the party! We didn't stay the first night though, returning to our old, familiar nest.
I cried so much, this wrenching combination of relief and disbelief, and it got so B would just laugh and give me a hug. Close to thirty times that first day. B was fine until the second day when he opened the silverware drawer to get a spoon and realized we had one IN OUR HOUSE.
Saturday we moved until we were exhausted, and then dad took us all out to dinner, me, B, his parents, my parents, and it was lovely. Everyone put in a big effort to get along, even though our parents wouldn't naturally be friends. First night in the new house!!!
Sunday was so hard. Mom brought over breakfast, but I didn't make church, and the moving was difficult due to sore and tired and just nitpicky things that needed to be gathered up and moved. Dad was SO HAPPY though, rearranging and cleaning his reclaimed upstairs with this big goofy grin on his face. Living together had gotten to be a huge strain towards the end. My parents, so awesome.
I've been unpacking like crazy, kitchen and food first followed by bathroom supplies. It's a pleasure to decide with B where WE want things to be, and there have been very few points where we didn't defer to the other. (The microwave was one... there IS no good place to put it, so we had a choice of awkward or terrible. We chose awkward.)
The house is still and quiet most of the time, so I've started playing music to ease the silence. It isn't so bad when we're both here though.
So. House.
It's been a long time coming. My only regret is that my grammy never got to see me grow up, and find a good guy, and get a house. She would have loved to see this, and she would have been so proud.