So, the deal with my house...

I know, not about Fibro at all, but it's Christmas, and I just want to talk about my new house... Deal with it.

Take a look at what was on my wish list for a house:

1. Architecture -- Victorian (never gonna happen in Anchorage) or Craftsman (possible here)

2. Front Porch

3. Open Living Room with Dancing Space

4. Living Room Open to Kitchen

5. Easy-to-Work-in Kitchen

6. Good Storage in Kitchen

7. At Least Three Bedrooms

8. At Least 1.5 Baths; Half Bath Downstairs, Full Up

9. Two Story

10. My Bedroom and Bath Upstairs

11. Preferably One More Bedroom Upstairs for an Office/Den/Man-Cave

12. Laundry Room, not Laundry Closet

13. Fenced-In Yard, not Big, but Enough for Visiting Kids to Play in Safely

14. Detached Garage

15. Big Garage

16. Alley Access to Garage -- no Garage Doors Being the Focal Point of the Front View of the House (i.e. Snout-House)

And you know what I got?

16/16.

And then some!

I'm still not quite believing it...

Moving Day!

Yes, I've been slowly moving bits and pieces into the house all month, but today was the furniture day, meaning that my bed is here now -- so tonight I am sleeping in my new home! Is my body sore? Heck yeah. But it always is, so no biggie!

I think all ten of you know this...

I bought a house! I am taking all of December to move in. And then I am living there for at least 30 years. And yes, it has two stories, and I am planning on being just fine with the stairs for at least 30 years. And yes, it has a big garage, and I am planning on driving for at least 30 years. And yes, the living room is big enough for some dancing, and I am planning on dancing for at least 30 minutes...