It has been well over a year since my last journal entry and I've got some pretty big news! I've been spending the past year or so looking for a place to call my own. The search was crazy - I had visited maybe a half-dozen homes but most of the ones that were affordable were in just terrible condition. Seeing so many crummy places one after another had me feeling pretty miserable. It wasn't until about a month ago that I finally found a place, and it was a doozy. The seller had taken a job in another state and offered the place up fully furnished, so I jumped on it. The home-buying experience was really nerve-racking, since everyone involved were basically silent for most of the time. It wasn't until we closed on the 20th last month when I got my keys that I could calm down.
Last weekend I moved in with the help of my Mom, Uncle, and a friend. During the middle of the move, my new neighbor from the condo below me scared the crap out of us. Apparently the seller had a longstanding problem with the plumbing that was only recently resolved, with one exception - My toilet leaked into the unit below . At that point I was absolutely terrified, having moved most of my belongings already, wondering weather I would have to tear apart my new home to resolve the issue. Luckily, with my Uncle and my Dad's help, we were able to fix the problem.
Now I'm finally getting settled in. Things are mostly moved and unpacked. Here, I feel like I can actually work on stuff with little distraction and with greater privacy. There was no way I could get anything done at my Mom's place (She or my sister would call on me for help every time I was in the middle of something. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without being called on.). Here, my hands are free.
Here's to taking up a pen and drawing again!