I feel like I only ever think to write when the days are crappy, and I've decided that that is no bueno. Not every day sucks, and, in fact, a lot of them are great. Things are so much different now than they were a few months ago, and that's pretty strange to get used to.
Our house has walls. WALLS. The concrete blocks are up, and there is plumbing laid but not connected to anything. I can see where my garage is going to be, and how big the backyard is. While just in concrete, it looks really small, but it's not. The optical illusion is pretty crazy though.
That house will be ours in February. Then, it's just a matter of moving in and getting settled. Right now, we're pretty well settled (though still trying to find our way) into the mostly unused upstairs of my mother's house. It's a pretty good place up here. The rooms aren't huge, but we're surviving. We have all three dogs with us, and my brother's dog makes an appearance.
For now, we're all getting along and trying to be helpful. Hopefully, that stays the same. It should. We've been here a month without any major problem. That's a pretty good sign, right?
So, yeah, that's a good check in because I feel like this space needed it. Not everything is bad or unfortunate. It just feels like it sometimes.
As always, it's hip to be square [and surviving!], kids.