My New Home

I’ve been up for nearly an hour, sit­ting at my new desk and over­look­ing the front yard, watch­ing the sun slowly make itself known. On the TV I’ve had Sports­Cen­ter and in the bed­room K remains hud­dled under the com­forter look­ing for some more hours of sleep.

We got moved into the house yes­ter­day, and once again the movers proved to be well worth the money. They did in under 3 hours what it would have taken me, K and our friends and fam­ily all day, not to men­tion count­less pains and stresses. My back is sore and I didn’t even have to move the major­ity of this stuff.

Using the movers allowed K and I to col­lapse by noon and rest before oth­ers came over. Her mom and my dad got to meet finally, and two of our close friends came over to hang out, John helped me put the bed together (though we for­got to tighten up the joints, so I may have to take it apart to tighten it down before tonight.

We got an amaz­ing deal on the house. The rent is def­i­nitely lower than it could be, but it’s a sign of the times. I think our land­lord wanted to get it rented and bring­ing in money so it didn’t sit empty for too long. The house has its issues, things like the numer­ous two pronged out­lets and no ground­ing con­nec­tor, or the shower door not shut­ting smoothly, but for our rent and how won­der­ful the house is — these are small pota­toes and we can make it work.

And now, I need to walk Mat­tie before she explodes.