The move hasn't gone quite as smoothly as Erin and I predicted. We had hoped to move everything this past weekend...however, the A/C wasn't working and didn't get fixed until Tuesday, so we had to stay in the apartment until Wednesday. We still have quite a bit to move into the house: my drums/guitars/tools/a few boxes...Erin's computer, some shelves (that I have NO idea where to put) and probably a few things I don't remember right now.
The house is so much bigger than I thought...I'm the opposite of most people, though: when I see a room empty, it tends to look smaller than when it's full of stuff. Maybe that's why I like to have my stuff cluttered?
We still need to get some new furniture, curtains, decide where some things are going to go. The house was built in 1937...considering that Texas didn't have television stations until 1948, it's safe to say the house wasn't built around that kind of idea...the cable comes into the house through the floor in a corner of the room that's nowhere near any grounded outlets...the TV's on the (fake) fireplace mantle and all the stuff will be to the side of the (fake) fireplace...with loads of wires going up the wall to get to the TV...
Bleh. I just ran out of steam on this post. I don't like moving or unpacking, and it's really got me incredibly drained. Add that to the bad stomach aches I've been having...and the fact that I feel kind of emotionally unstable...I'm just very tired lately.
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