Excuse My Babbling For a While

Last Wednesday we closed on our house. We started moving in that night and had company over right away. Every day and night since then my husband had made trip after trip with stuff from our old place. He brings it in and I unpack it all. We've had company every day and we hate when we have to leave here to go back to our townhouse to sleep. I feel like I'm living two different lives.

Yesterday my dad and his wife were here from first thing in the morning until about eight at night. We painted our basement (which we're turning into a family/media room). My dad ripped out the baseboards and is putting in cedar ones today.

My brother and his family came last night, and he's going to be remodeling our kitchen since he builds custom kitchens for a living. I am so excited to have the kitchen done. It's the yuckiest room in the house: all mismatched cupboards, paneling (!), tile, awful floor...you get the idea. We're knocking the kitchen/dining room wall down and putting in an island to separate the rooms, but it'll really be one big room. He's moving the sink, stove and fridge, new cupboards, new (hopefully granite) counter tops...can't wait!

I know I sound like a moron, but I keep repeating the same thing over and over: I can't believe this is my house. We went from a four room townhouse (the biggest we've ever lived in in 10 years) to a ten room house with four floors. It blows my mind all day long that this is mine. My husband says he's never seen me so happy and I agree. So excuse me if I don't shut up about it for a while.

We've finally made it.
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Excuse My Babbling For a While

Last Wednesday we closed on our house. We started moving in that night and had company over right away. Every day and night since then my husband had made trip after trip with stuff from our old place. He brings it in and I unpack it all. We've had company every day and we hate when we have to leave here to go back to our townhouse to sleep. I feel like I'm living two different lives.

Yesterday my dad and his wife were here from first thing in the morning until about eight at night. We painted our basement (which we're turning into a family/media room). My dad ripped out the baseboards and is putting in cedar ones today.

My brother and his family came last night, and he's going to be remodeling our kitchen since he builds custom kitchens for a living. I am so excited to have the kitchen done. It's the yuckiest room in the house: all mismatched cupboards, paneling (!), tile, awful floor...you get the idea. We're knocking the kitchen/dining room wall down and putting in an island to separate the rooms, but it'll really be one big room. He's moving the sink, stove and fridge, new cupboards, new (hopefully granite) counter tops...can't wait!

I know I sound like a moron, but I keep repeating the same thing over and over: I can't believe this is my house. We went from a four room townhouse (the biggest we've ever lived in in 10 years) to a ten room house with four floors. It blows my mind all day long that this is mine. My husband says he's never seen me so happy and I agree. So excuse me if I don't shut up about it for a while.

We've finally made it.
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