So, I have been in my new house for about 9 weeks now.
I love it.
I still have painting to do, eventually want to rip out old cabinets in the garage and put in shelving, maybe get rid of the carpet and put in wood flooring - but, I will and what I do will be what I want.
Today I cleaned house, did laundry, raked leaves (again) and cleaned gutters on the house.
I am exhausted.
But I also feel good - I did it, its mine, and I can do this.
I have not heard from the roomie. Don't think I ever will. He said he would call, but - he used to say a lot of things.
I hope he has a good life.
I sure as hell am gonna give it a try :)
