Thursday, October 08, 2009
So remember how I'm moving into my own* house?
Oh, wait, I didn't blog that? Oops, sorry. Well, I'm moving into my own house. See, the neighbors reached an age of OLD as DUST (which is saying a lot, after seeing the inside of the house) and ceased to be able to really take good care of themselves (and the house, apparently). This is sad, because they were pretty awesome neighbors and we may never again get another box of chocolate from them for Christmas, which I'll miss, but they are in a Better Place** now, and are being taken care of. Anyway, so I'm moving to their house. I'd try to explain to you why it is taking me so long to move, but.... sometimes words just fail, utterly, and, well, maybe after seeing the pictures, you'll understand why I've been living with my parents for more months than I had expected to be living with them after moving back from California.
(That is not mold. That is not even white carpet. Or grey. That is just a small portion of the dust that NEVER ENDS.)
*For different values of "my own," but the phrase works.
**If the phrase "better place" can ever apply to Vegas, which I have my doubts about, but there you have it.
Labels: Housing, moving
