It's 10:26 am. A late start to the day. Actually, I can't say that I've really started my day. My teeth are brushed, my contacts are in, and I've been online for about an hour. That's about it.
I think Greg and I deserve a day of sleeping in. We are finally completely moved out of our old house. It was a very trying experience. In hindsight, there are a lot of things I would have done differently (mainly renting a truck), but it's done. We're in our new house, and now we unpack, unpack, unpack. Although there's still a lot of work to be done, I am starting to feel like I am home. It's a great feeling. It's all starting to sink in- the realization that this house is MINE. I will not be paying rent at the end of this month. A mysterious landlord does not get my money. I get my money. That sounds fair.
My mind is focused solely on this house- where to put everything, what color to paint the bedrooms, fencing the yard, getting the new refrigerator (again), should we put new floors in or refinish what's under the carpet, and so on and so on and so on.
Sorry. It's been nothing but house talk from me. I will hopefully soon be far enough in making this house my own, so I can focus my attention on other parts of my life. I should do that. Balance is healthy.
I should get out of bed.
