Officially Living Out of a Suitcase
Well, I am officially living out of a suitcase. Some friends came up yesterday and helped me pack and load a lot of my room and various things throughout the house. All that’s left in my room, besides a few small things to pack yet, is my bed, filing cabinet, and desk with computer. The latter two will be going with me over to my Aunts, but I believe she has beds we can use till we find a place.
My sister and I went through everything in the basement so almost everything I want is out of there. There are some canning jars, a chair or two, and my old kiddie rocker that I might pack up yet. The garage has everything out of it that I want.
So all that’s left is some odds and ends in the house, and a lot of stuff around the yard. It’s still probably a good weeks worth of work yet, but we have over 2 weeks to finish everything, so I’m happy with our progress.
And it has to be said that I have some amazing friends. I’ve never been the type of person that’s ever had loyal or helpful devoted friends. I’ve always been a loner, and even now I didn’t honestly feel like I had people I could count on or that would help me in such a way. But I’ve been proven wrong. I don’t really know how to react to it, since it’s not something I’m used to. How do you thank someone for lending you money? How do you thank people for helping you go through decrepit crap and packing up your stuff and helping move furniture? How do I let them know how much it is appreciated? I just don’t know, but I will figure it out.
In other news, we looked at three houses yesterday. The first appointment…the realtor never showed and the people had no idea we were coming. They had a recent death in the family so I didn’t want to bother them. I may reschedule or I may not. I like the location but the house…I dunno what shape it is in.
The second house needed a lot of work, but my father and I both agreed it was possible. I don’t really like the location, though. It’s not very rural.
The third house, which was the one I was the most excited about, was another shambles. I expected it to be, but not this much. The inside wasn’t so bad, but the outside was just rot.
My father also visited his sister up in Gettysburg yesterday and drove by a log cabin I had my eye on, but said that it was right on the main strip and not rural at all. These realtors are very deceiving in their pictures of these homes, because they really don’t look like they are shown to.
So we are still looking, but I’m taking my time. So long as we have a roof over our heads, then I should be able to take my time to find the right place.
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