After only 147 months of planning, looking, crying, eating, building, complaining, painting and packing - moving day is finally here!
Our house is almost ready, and by almost ready I mean the toothpicks and silly putty have dried. The well is dug, the lumber is baked, and the neighbors are hungover in the wrong backyard. We thought it would never happen, but we are moving into our new (121 year-old) house.
Moving from one home to another can be challenging. Besides the basic physical labor needed to move the Silverson House of Antiques and Tootsie Roll Pops, there are some hidden aggravations. Packing is hard enough without extra "fun"waiting for us. For example: the museum of interesting urine smells left by the previous owner has extended summer hours. See this -
All of our fantastic possessions have to be out of the condo this week, so despite the whack-a-mole game that is our our office wall, we are organizing best we can to at least have a bedroom finished. Kate and her friends did a great job of keeping baseboard paint off the carpet, I had hissy fits in the living room trying to fix the A/C, which apparently is the Russian word for "furnace".
So my big advice - before moving into a house, live in a dank alley for a few years to get used to it. After years of eating garbage from dumpsters and showering in mud, anything will seem like a palace.
All the challenges aside, the house is coming along nicely. Like a boat designed by the Astors, nothing could go wrong. It's unsinkable!
- Paint fumes
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