I am sorry for the lull in posting... but with good reason it has happened. Home ownership. It is a lot of work.
My boyfriend and I bought our first home together. When I say boyfriend, I wish I could have a name that had a deeper impact to it. It wasn't done on a whim, where we thought buying a house would be cool. We have been with each other for almost 4 years, living together for 3, in an apartment we had outgrown. He is my partner, my love, my hope and my future.
We won't have interent until the 8th, so until then my post will be snuck in between phones call and tasks at work.
We moved in on the 30th of December, admist all the Christmas Cheer. Scott worked so hard to make out house into a home. I helped in painting, cleaning and screwing down the floor to get rid of as many squeaks as possible. My hands are still numb from it.
So alas all the work, and all the sacrafices to be made to live in our home, it is by far, one of the most worthwhile things I have ever done.
Have a I mentioned we will have a stage/dancefloor?