by Bella Rum
We’ve been so busy, the kind of busy that’s good. We aren’t there yet, but we’ve accomplished a lot.
The money finally showed up for the bridge loan, so we have truly put a period to this nerve-wracking at times, exciting for sure, and in the end, satisfying experience. It was kind of like having a baby, difficult at times, a little scary, but in the end you forget the pain and relish the prize. We love it so much.
The windows are still bare. We haven’t hung the curtains. We’ve hung some art and unpacked a lot of the boxes. We’re down to boxes that cannot be unpacked until H puts some shelves up. He’s already added some to the pantry and the kids’ room, and he put a shelf with a bar in the laundry room so I can hang the clothes as I take them out of the dryer, but he will put a few more in the guest room. That will help a lot.
We’ve made two or three trips to Goodwill and a couple to the dump since we moved in. It’s hard to believe. We purged so much before we moved, but this house does not have much storage. I’m not worried. I know we will find a place for everything that we want to keep, and I don’t even think much of it will have to go to the attic. Maybe I will eat those words, but… Time will tell. So far only the Christmas trees are up there.
It’s been cold and rainy the past few days. Today is supposed to be in the seventies and no rain in the forecast, but you would not know that from the sky right now. It’s dark and gloomy. We’ve worked so hard for so long that we decided to take a break and drive down to Williamsburg. We’ll do a little shopping and eat lunch. It should be a nice day.
I better go. H just got out of the shower.