Out of the Apartment

Everything was moved out of the apartment on Sunday (final bits were done today - I locked the door and called it done tonight) and shoved all my possessions upwards seven feet towards the porch of the house and put in the house (every room is piled full of my things, except the kitchen, which has a water heater and a furnace in the middle of it and cannot, therefore, have anything piled in it.) The house is now quite a bit higher in the air because they've now propped it up in preparation for the foundation to be put in...when we get done with the stupid permits.

Because, oh my, we are seriously into Permit Apocalypse here. I have five different groups working on this lot: septic, plumbing and heating, electric (which has two) and contracting. Everyone has to have their permits in and approved by the city BEFORE we can proceed.

Help.
Me.
Lord.

I'm not even worrying about the phone line not being in the house because quite honestly, I have no idea when I'll be physically living in the house. Because I'm not, obviously. I'm at Mum and Dad's until I actually can live in the house. I want this over with already and I keep worrying we're going to run into winter with this (really hope not.)

So ONCE we have in all our little permits, THEN, OH, THEN, we can get this going.

I hate permits. I hate them with an undying passion.

I have new carpet and I can't even put it down because I can't get in there because it's under construction because permits.

I'll let you know when the situation actually changes.

Ta,
Bec