Started packing our first boxes the other day. Almost exactly a year ago we were moving into the place we’re living in now, and now we get to do it all over again. The fact that we are moving and about to step into an unknown and long adventure is starting to set in. Are we ready? I hope so! I’m filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, but mostly excitement.
We are still waiting on the village inspection so we can see what repairs need to be done before occupancy can be achieved. We are getting close to the closing date so someone needs to get their rear in gear and get it done. We are guessing the village repair list is going to be as thick as a phone book but are hoping what needs to be done before they’ll give the occupancy permit wont be anything too serious or costly. We know for sure the electricity will need to be upgraded since the house is on a fuse box and not a breaker box. Not knowing what else is going to be on the list and being so close to the close date puts me on edge.
We really want to get working on the attic as soon as possible. It doesn’t matter if we are living on plywood floors and staring at unfinished drywall, but having a new clean place to escape to while we work on the rest of the house would be nice. Plus we kinda need a safe and clean place to lock up the fur-balls in so they aren’t walking on newly coated floors, licking wet paint or crawling into the walls in search of secret hiding spots. Can you imagine accidentally closing one of your pets up inside a wall?! Eeek! To even get to that point though is going to take loads of planning and lots of thinking. There are no stairs to the attic right now so that has to be figured out first. We have some general ideas on where to put them but we really need to spend a whole day looking the place over, lay things out, and then forge on. It’s probably not a good thing I don’t drink much anymore because I think I’m going to need a cocktail or two…or twenty.
16 days and counting…