first home

It’s been 2 months since the day we closed on our first home. That’s 64 days of tearing out walls, there scraping wallpaper, paining, cleaning, painting and I’m still cleaning. But, we’re finally in our first place. Not that it would’ve happened without the man hours our families, and especially my dad (Project Manager Extrordinaire) put in during those 64 days.

64 days of trash removal, garbage dumping and toilet smuggling. Of neighbors so angry, nosy and obstinate that they made us crazy.

64 days of headaches, sore muscles and stress. So, was it worth it? Hell yes.

I love my first home.