Pressure

GF picked me up from work at noon and we went to the house and did our walk through with the seller. Afterward we went and had a fabulous sushi lunch complete with the 22 oz Sapparo to calm my nerves. Then off to the lawyer’s office for the closing. One hour and a flurry of signatures later and we were official homeowners.

We took 3 rolls of pictures of the interior. We want to fully document the “before” condition of our home. We did all of this while we were still delusional with joy of being homeowners. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. Around 6:30 I had to sit down and question my sanity. For the first time since we decided to buy this house, I’m suddenly feeling the crushing pressure of the work that lies before us. It’s absolutely crushing.

I manage to get the garage cleaned out. The seller left us all kind of “loot” – some of it will be quite useful (lawn mover, weed-wacker, snow blower & various other implements of destruction). [side note: this is the second time this week I have used Arlo Guthrie lyrics in the bodies of my posts. I wonder what that means.] Others things are interesting in an antique sense and finally the rest is just a bunch of junk. By Saturday morning I expect to have I’ll have a whole pick-up load of crap to go to the landfill.

Tonight I’ll start scraping wallpaper. Baby steps. One project at a time. In a year or so we’ll look back on our work with pride. (Assuming we haven’t killed each other and/or ourselves by then.) And they call this the American Dream.

All kidding aside, we are very happy. This is a new adventure for both of us and we’re looking forward to it.