So, Thursday started out with Mum and I standing around with coffees in our hands, watching WPS guys yowl at the stupid traffic idiots who didn't understand that the guy in the hard hat waving his hand at you is saying GO THROUGH, STUPID.
Then Charter took their dear sweet time getting there and held up the process.
And then things started to go really fast. One minute the house was being pulled out, the next it was whizzing by me at about twenty miles an hour, and soon enough it was around the corner and on the lot, just. like. that.
Two hours easy and it was over entirely.
The house is sitting in a four foot deep pit propped up and waiting for all my crap to go into it tomorrow. I have to be out of my apartment by Wednesday, but the inspectors are coming in on Monday, so my time is up.
I'm living at Mum and Dad's for the moment because the house isn't hooked up to anything because there's no basement and I'm chipping away at a mound of permits that would kill a lesser mortal. But I have not come this far and seen that house on the lot to give up now. I will grit my teeth and do it even if it kills me. It just might.
I'm estimating two to three weeks before I get to move in. Sigh.
BUT, along with everything going in tomorrow, my brand-new chunk of carpet will wait for me to put it in until I actually am in the house.
So, let's hope the paperwork doesn't kill me.
Ta,
Bec
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