Well, as of last Thursday, I'm a homeowner. In the U-District. On 11th. No parking for the wife's car. And communal laundry. But whatever, it's all fucking mine. No dishwasher, either.
This week, we've been packing, moving, unpacking, sorting, putting shit in storage, resting... getting used to road noise from 11th and 42nd... uh... helping the cats get over the trauma... and trying like hell not to scratch the shit out the hardwoods. The 350lb wardrobe left no marks... the 15lb box with a grain of dirt under it left a big-ole scratch. Fucking dirt.
But all in all, I love this place.
This week, we've been packing, moving, unpacking, sorting, putting shit in storage, resting... getting used to road noise from 11th and 42nd... uh... helping the cats get over the trauma... and trying like hell not to scratch the shit out the hardwoods. The 350lb wardrobe left no marks... the 15lb box with a grain of dirt under it left a big-ole scratch. Fucking dirt.
But all in all, I love this place.
That's just hella cool. Hook me an introduction, please?