Okay, so you found out we got the news of YOU GOTTA MOVE, BITCHES!!
And you found out that somehow the stars aligned and I conquered this challenge.
But let's talk about the CRAP that was toured in between old dwelling and new granite, shall we?????
1.) There was a shit-hole on the beach with carpet that ran halfway through the room and then exposed concrete below. Oh and the shared wall with a dad and his two young daughters.
Kids?
We're outta here.
2.) There was a gorgeous view overlooking the ocean that was just outside our comfort zone above BAH. Aaaaaaaand, there was a coyote literally in the backyard last week. Ummm....Mittens would be d.i.n.n.e.r.
3.) There was a beach house with an awkward bathroom situation for the top floor.
Awkward bath-only situation here. Ummmm?
4.) There was a drug house that had so much stuff leftover from the last tenants I'd fear for a drive-by.
5.) There was a GORGEOUS beach-front property that has ZERO cell phone reception, zero storage, and zero safety. I wasn't comfortable with the access to the home. I felt very vulnerable.
6.) And there was the place that turned out to be our new home. I toured it and LOVED it. And even did the 'no no' - I thought of furniture arrangements....before the application was even submitted. Tsk tsk tsk.
Oh, and did I mention that Mr. Wookie had pretty-much NIL internet connection on the boat for this whole situation. So not only can I successfully cry myself through this situation, I can choose a house that meets his approval after the lease is signed (thanks babe, for the POA). He finally got decent internet after it was all done - and needless, he was VERY happy with my work.
Oh, ya, because you were going to dump me when you got home? Pssssssh. I'll burn your shit, you know that!
So in about 4 weeks, we had new digs found, an application approved, and the movers scheduled to help with all the big stuff. And then I prepared for the million after-work trips moving every other box that was under 50-lbs. Mr. Wookie has to love my tenacity when it comes to saving money - yes, moving via his Jeep is an investment in gas, but I'm MUCH cheaper than professional movers. I only cost Red Bull, Cheerios, supportive emails, coffee, deoderant, bobby pins, vodka, and an Asian pedicure.
I swear I'm going to bust one of these stitches laughing so hard at your posts. Who the f*ck makes a bath with no shower?! I might be tapping your email something fierce when my husband's internet goes down on the boat & I lose my mind someday in the future! :)
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