Done with the initial renovations, moving, and most of the unpacking/organizing. At last…!
I should have thought to have taken some better before pictures, but alas, all I can offer is this snapshot:
It doesn’t come close to conveying how dramatic the paint difference is (it was formerly a dull, flat-finish pinkish-yellow – yick).
Moving was, as always, an ordeal. One of my biggest worries about the continuously delayed sale pushing further and further out into autumn was that it would end up being more likely to rain on moving day, and I really, really didn’t want it to rain on moving day.
It rained on moving day.
Let me rephrase that: it was an all-day torrential downpour on moving day.
Moving day was, in fact, literally the rainiest November day of all time in the region, beating the previous record set in the 1800s.
Such is my luck.
So the floors of the old place got trashed, and I had to spend hours cleaning mud off of the furniture. Oh, and the mailbox got knocked over, the thermostat got smashed, and the garage door broke (at both places!). But now they’re all fixed. It’s done. The nightmare is over. Thank goodness.
Whew.
Well, then, I guess it’s time to move on and stress out about other things. (>^-‘)> Have a good week and a happy Thanksgiving, U.S. folks!
Bene scribete.
Writin' Fish 
Looks great! Too bad about the weather this weekend, but it must be quite a relief to be finished. Congratulations!
Thanks! There are still things to be done here and there, but it certainly feels better having the bulk of it behind me rather than looming ahead. (>^-‘)>
We still need to see the new place (in person)
– looks awesome!
I’m sure it will be worth the headaches. Reminds me that I was in the hospital with pregnancy complications when we moved to this house. A couple of friends helped my husband move. He insisted that he didn’t want to throw anything away “in case I wanted it.” I later explained to him that one of the great things about moving was that since you could go through everything, you could get rid of the junk. My friends thought it was hilarious that I came home to old ceramic junk and burnt pots.
Because he thought you would want that or because he threw everything else away? (>^-‘)>
No, he had the good stuff mixed in with the trash. I talked to him while they were in process. He said he couldn’t find the cat, and he might need to leave her. I think she was just trapped in everything.
Poor kitty! I feel the pain, though; I think I lost myself more than once amid all my junk. (>^-‘)>