I tried to write this post yesterday, on actual moving day, but it turns out my wittiness has limits that are tested by trying to wrangle the rest of the roofing crew, three moving guys, approximately 482 boxes, and one very pissed off cat between two houses.
You think I’m joking about the cat thing?
The volume and intensity of “get me out of this effing cat bag” only increased once we started moving, and then, just to spite me, Bubs decided to actually take a crap in his carrier (really, cat, as if I haven’t had enough shit in my life this week) which means that I had to drive with my windows down and inevitably ended up next to an old couple at the worlds longest red light who I’m sure–after hearing the sounds coming from my vehicle– immediately drove to the nearest police station and reported a girl in a yellow SUV with a possible kidnap victim bound in the trunk. Probably there’s a warrant out for my arrest right now.
That doesn’t matter, however, because after two days of tinkering around the house I have both a working shower…
And a working kitchen sink…
So basically I never need to leave here again. It’s hard to believe that forty-eight short days ago I didn’t even know the Liberty House existed, and now it’s Home Sweet Home.
I still have to get the water softener over here, hook up the washer and dryer, fix the dishwasher, get another coat of poly on the floor of the Study, and start to unpack the boxes that are stacked everywhere. So basically I’ll be in project heaven for the next couple of days, but I expect it to be just the usual brand of insanity around here, now that the big move is done.
Here’s to finally being home!