It was an arduous long weekend, but we are now moved into our new house. 10 years ago we bought our first house, a 1926 farmhouse with loads of character. And bad plumbing. And wiring. And little insulation. And no foundation. All in all, an exciting place to live. Somewhere along the line I discovered that I am totally not handy, and have absolutely no desire to become so. And that I loathe yard work with a pure and simple hate.
All that’s behind me now. We’ve moved into a brand new townhome, with no yard work, lots of insulation, and all sorts of other stuff that works. Sure, maybe it has a bit less “character”, but at this stage of the game, I’m willing to make sacrifices.
We actually sold our old house back in December. Full price, in cash, in less than 24 hours. The real estate market may be slowing down someplace, but not here, apparently. Ever since then, we’ve been renting our old house back, and waiting for construction to complete on the new one. It was quite a thrill to pick up the keys last week.
Oh, and if you ever need movers, All My Sons completely rocks. The movers were incredible. Not a scratch on anything, extremely polite and courteous, put everything exactly where we wanted it. Totally worth it.
Now the unpacking gets into full swing.