Do your feet hurt? Did you fall from heaven?

What a freaking day.

The flooded bathroom problem that happened before we bought the house came back to haunt us today. BOTH bathrooms flooded. The plumber came out and said that our main plumbing line (or whatever) is backed up. That's why our kitchen sink drains so slowly and that's why both bathrooms flooded. So, apparently the problem was never fixed before we bought the home, even though we were told it was. There goes $400.

I suppose other than plumbing disasters, everything else is going fine. Well except for that it's supposed to be storming allllll day tomorrow when we're moving in. There's going to have to be some strategic parking going on with the Uhaul to get it as close to the garage as possible to avoid getting everything wet.

Anywho, my feet are killing me and I have to go find my luggage and pack a few more things in the basement.

I promise at some point I'll have something more interesting to write about.

For now, it's all about the house and school work. Which, by the way, I spent 4 hours doing an essay outline and works cited page last night and I'll be damned if I don't get a 100 on that mother. Bump my grade back up to an A where it belongs.

The home stretch.

I just did 7 English assignments that are all due at some point this week. Literally, 7 assignments in one night. Even though this seems like a lot, I still have an essay to write and 2 Medical Terminology tests. Lord Jesus.

I told Chris that packing is up to him. Luckily, most of my stuff has been packed up for the past year and a half anyway. We really just have to box up some stuff in my room and a few things in the basement.

We've done most of the painting at the house. Saturday and Sunday were horrible on my feet and back. I've rested up and managed to go back to work today though.

Saturday is the big moving day. And that night will be our first night sleeping in our new home. I've been waiting for this moment for such a long time. And hey, we won't have the cable hooked up for 3 days after we move in so that will pretty much force me to spend time studying for my Medical Terminology test which I'm ABSOLUTELY clueless on. That's like God saying, "Hey, study already!"

It's over.

Finally! We closed on the house today. 3:00 PM to be exact. At the very end of this humongous mess or problems, everything really came together. And miraculously, we got a fantastic interest rate of 5%. Our payments are lower than expected and that makes us happier than ever. Also, we spent less at closing which enabled us to go ahead and purchase a couch for the living room. It'll be picked up on Sunday.

This weekend we're painting and getting things ready for moving day. Next weekend we'll actually be moving our stuff in and FINALLY sleeping in our new home.

When we walked in the house tonight, it felt like home. I can't wait to be there, just me, Chris, and Taco living happily ever after.

And the rain came down, and blew the four walls down...

Totally just quoted Big Tent Revival.

Well, my luck really just keeps getting better and better. I'm obviously kidding. The water was turned on for the house inspection. The hallway bathroom proceeded to flood. No one saw it flooding though, so we don't know where the leak is coming from. This was a few days ago. The contractors were supposed to go over there today to check it out, but you know how contractors are.

So, the inspection was canceled until the problem is fixed. This is the VERY LAST THING that needs to be done before closing.

Unless something else screws up (which I'm totally expecting to happen, just because it's really been that kind of experience for me) then after the leak is fixed and the inspection is passed, we're good to go for closing on the 27th.

This all comes at a fantastic time where I'm really at my wit's end living in this chaos. People everywhere, tripping over animals. I basically have been locking myself in my bedroom the past few weeks. At least that way I can pretend that there aren't dogs chasing cats and my brother and sister-in-law arguing over chicken.

I just realized that I grew up with 5 people in this house. There are only 6 right now. Why is it so different?

I love Cheetos.

Buying a house is not a pleasant experience. I never want to do this again. I'm just going to have to live in this house forever. Seriously. More stressful than anything.

And the vending machine was out of Cheetos today.

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