My parents are moving! For the first time in something like a decade and a half, they’re packing up all their stuff (except the kitchen sink…. deep freeze, extra fridge and ping pong table) and moving! Some say they’re crazy, but if you saw the eager anticipation in their eyes, you’d think that maybe Christmas snuck up and you just missed it.
There new home is not adequately described when you say “fixer-upper.” It’s not enough to call it structurally unsound. You can’t even just say it’s a load of work.
You have to see the pictures to understand the real draw of the place.
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How’s that? Does that sum it up about? Ahhhh……. beautiful. Now I bet everybody wants to move there! If you don’t – you need a cold shower, a big whiff of smelling salts, a shot of something strong – because you’re either dead or asleep!
So Mom and Dad – are you crazy? Are you nuts? Are you excited? Are you ready? What will you do first? What do you look forward to most? Keep an eye out for a similar place for Brian and I… 🙂
Yes we are crazy. Yes we are nuts. Yes we are excited! Yes we are ready! First thing we will do is try and get some heat to work somewhere in the house. I think that will mean the rusted out chimney on the woodstove getting fixed. From there……. who knows!?!?
But…. I thought one of the furnaces worked! Don’t tell me you’re moving into a cold house! You’ll have to build a fire in the living room. You don’t like the carpet anyway. Or the paint. Or the walls. Or the ceiling. Or the floor for that matter. Haha – am I ribbing you too much? I still love the place.
Yes we are nuts, crazy, excited and ready – but we are nothing, Zero, nada compared to the lady in your previous post. Why would I ever complain about crawling under a house and digging out the extra dirt so I can crawl around? Why compain about a house without a real kitchen? Why complain that all heat sources are questionable? Why complain about lack of parts of the foundation? I have (at least currently) two apposable thumbs that are in fine working condition, and I had enough appendages to stand up while I wiped baby bottoms. So, hand me a shovel and a dust mask, I will emerge from under the house with a smile. I will conqueor the dirt!! Hooray!