Well, it’s finally officially official… the last lingering bit of paperwork has been cleared up, and The Liberty House is home. Even though I’m not quite sleeping here yet, it’s now my permanent address and the place where I’m staying up on my computer until all hours in the night, refusing to get my beauty rest.
This week I started slowly moving car-loads of boxes up here (boxes it seems like moved out of Memorial yesterday) just to give me an excuse to sit on the patio and linger over the sunset. Work has also officially started on the house… I’m happy to announce I’ve got running water, a repaired hot water heater, and am thisclose to having working heat. I also expect to have a new roof on by the end of the week, which means I’ll be able to check one big item off this list.
Meanwhile, I’ve been working on some miscellaneous projects like getting all of the doors and faucets working, and prepping for The Great Sawdust Party of 2012, also known as refinishing all of this hardwood.
It’s not that they look bad, it’s that I don’t personally like the color or the degree of shiny, and if I’m going to sand them down ever, I’m going to do it now. More than one of you asked why I didn’t just have them refinished before I moved in, and I seriously considered it. Right up until I saw the price tag of around $1500 just to sand them down. Ha. Ha. No. I’ll rent the sander for $45/day and spend the weekend covered in sawdust, thanks. It wouldn’t be the first time. Or even the second.
I’ve also been spending a few of my evenings meeting the locals. The Liberty House is located in a small town outside of a slightly larger town outside of a college town, and the truth is that– let me be frank– small towns scare the shit out of me. Having people up in my business kind of nerves me out, which is weird, right? Because here I am posting my business all over the internet. Well, what can I say, I’m a woman of contradictions. So, I was prepared for a little “who’s this crazy girl with the bigass dumpster in her yard” from the neighbors. But instead I got “hey, wanna borrow my tractor?” and hugs.
Turns out not only are my neighbors awesome, but they have two of these in their pole barn:
Yeah. So basically should the Mayans come through with an apocalypse this year… I’m covered.
They’re really fabulous people and it turns out none of their five big St. Bernards actually want to tear my arm off and eat it for dinner. (I wasn’t sure there for a minute, but I guess that’s what I get for skulking around the house after dark.)
I also learned that you can find the local chicken farmer at the hole-in-the-wall bar just down the street every Thursday selling fresh eggs for $2/dozen.
So basically I’m in small-town heaven right now.
The next week is going to be just a little crazy with all of the work going on and a rapidly approaching move-in date, so while my posts may be a little scattered for a bit, two things are for sure: I ended up in the right place, and the adventure is in full-swing!