It is a surreal feeling walking into YOUR house for the first time.
Sadly my first thought when I looked up as Cody was unlocking the door was “Holy shneikies. This is all mine. To clean.”
But the carpets containing years of someone else’s toenails and spilled ketchup are gone. GONE.
And you know the other crazy thing? I’ve never really “hired” anyone to do anything for me before (besides follicular maintenence.) Those guys tearing out all the nasty linoleum and fixing plumbing and laying tile and delicious bamboo flooring? They’re doing it because I asked them to (and signed a contract to give them money when they are done.)
Every surface our feet will touch will be new. Every surface will have a fresh coat of paint in colors that I picked out.
Yankee candle will have nothing on my new house smell.
Part of what makes living in a hotel so bearable is that when it’s all said and done?
I get to go home.
For the first time ever.
Now tell me what to do with those silly bubbly lights in the kitchen. So strange. In so many ways.