Desperate Times
Today my in-laws are working on moving in downstairs. Which really isn't THAT big of a deal, because up until about a month ago, Ryan's grandma lived downstairs, and we co-existed harmoniously without crossing each other's paths much. However, there will be much path crossing once they move in.
The good thing about this house is that it's basically an apartment building. The upstairs is seperate from the downstairs. The only way you can get downstairs is to actually go outside and down the stairs. Which is a pain in the ass when it's raining and you have to do laundry, but beggars can't be choosers, or so they say.
So the in-laws are moving into the downstairs apartment, and soon my life will involve a lot more of spending time with them. They told me this morning, "there's no rush for you to move!"
I beg to differ.
Fingers crossed. Tonight is our first inspection on our hopefully soon-to-be-ours house.
The good thing about this house is that it's basically an apartment building. The upstairs is seperate from the downstairs. The only way you can get downstairs is to actually go outside and down the stairs. Which is a pain in the ass when it's raining and you have to do laundry, but beggars can't be choosers, or so they say.
So the in-laws are moving into the downstairs apartment, and soon my life will involve a lot more of spending time with them. They told me this morning, "there's no rush for you to move!"
I beg to differ.
Fingers crossed. Tonight is our first inspection on our hopefully soon-to-be-ours house.
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