Today's the day, people. Settlement. If all goes to plan, I'll own a house by this evening. I can probably stop using the "I want a house" label after this.
Keep your fingers crossed settlement proceeds smoothly ... god, I hope we've got enough drawn down to pay for the damn thing!
Yesterday, I surfaced from a intermediate grade hangover (slept until 10.30, watched crap on television, went to the supermarket and ate my face off then napped until 3) and realised that there was still a boatload of stuff to pack. This was a pretty drastic realisation and led to about an 8 hour round of serious packing activity surge / oh god I'm so thirsty / shuffling things for a bit / can I just have a break? And over again.
The worst part of the packing is the realisation that we have to find a home for most if not all of this crap and the house has no storage. No wardrobes, no linen cupboard, a tiny ass pantry in the kitchen and about 2 cupboards under the sink, one wee cupboard in the bathroom under the sink. That's it. Where on earth I'm going to keep all the freaking teatowels I seem to have accumulated let alone fascinators, tiny leprechaun hats and other such costume junk I discovered late yesterday evening I've no idea.
Oh wah, I know. Cry me a river. I'm pretty damn excited, for all that. Will live out of my boxes for months and will try to only whinge about it in small doses.
Maybe I'll even take a picture for you when I get there.