Woah. It’s been three months since we moved into our new home. The six weeks prior to that were an absolute whirlwind. We listed our house and had an offer three days later.
I’m just now feeling like I have time to breathe. When we moved into our 90 year old beauty we were immediately hit by voluntary and not so voluntary concerns.
Somehow the downspout in the bathtub vanished between our inspection and move-in. It was broken off. So, we had to have that fixed. The water poured orange for a few days. The dishwasher’s internal computer got zapped.
We have had electricians in the house nearly daily since we took possession of the house. They were a great crew, but this past week has been my first few days without them. It’s been so liberating.
I have forgotten important times and dates and felt so overwhelmed. I never want to move again.
We remind ourselves constantly of how much we love this house. It is ample, generous and so beautiful. It makes the leaky roof, bats in the attic, broken refrigerator and uninsulated garage all worth it.