Moved over the weekend. Place was a lot dirtier than I thought it was thanks to our cats (fur literally everywhere underfoot, hairballs under beds, etc.). Moving out of a second story apartment at my age is... a challenge. I think I came close to heat exhaustion and a heart attack or two, I was gasping so hard at points. We ended up leaving a desk in one of the rooms - too big to move out and we couldn't find the tool to take it apart (allen wrench) and, by the time we found it, we didn't have the strength to go up those steps again, so it's still there. Apartment complex will likely charge me for it, but I don't care at this point.

The house is... Well, damn. The people who lived here took amazing care of this house, upgraded it pretty much everywhere and then were forced to move when they had to adopt a pair of kids who were suddenly orphaned after a accident claimed their parents' lives. They sold it to us only a few dollars above what the market shows when I would have thought they could have easily sold it for more. I found this place the same day I made the offer and they accepted the offer less than 24 hours later. Everything about this home seems like destiny. It has everything I would have wanted and more and I am still getting used to the idea that it is mine.

We have a new couch set, living room stand for my big screens/monitors (I have two - one to work, one to play while I work... heheheh) inbound, arriving Wednesday. I'm still setting up and likely won't be fully unpacked until the end of the week, but we've made some serious headway already.

I am in my dream home without realizing just what an amazing miracle that is, and it is all because my father, whom I did not get along with terribly well during life (but who knew I loved him dearly), left me enough to make this lifelong dream actually happen. Now, it's up to me to care for this wonderful home for the rest of my days and then hand it off to my son (who is also on the mortgage/title, so it's already his - no probate for him!).

I will be back to writing once my body recovers from the 72-hour workout it has been through. For now, know that I read everything I can and I care for all of you!