WE GOT A HOUSE. WE GOT A HOUSE. I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND. WE GOT A HOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEE. -ahem- Sorry. After 9 years of apartment dwelling, this is a much needed change of pace. Not only were out upstairs neighbors and their kids noisy at all hours of the day (considering they had six people in living in a two bedroom apartment), but they were invasive and had no respect for other people's possessions. Last year I went to pull all of our Christmas ornaments out of storage and found that my key wouldn't fit into the lock any longer. Our landlord came and cut the lock for me (figured it had been three years since I opened up our storage locker seeing as we went without a Christmas tree for all that time, so the tumbler might have gotten stuck or something) only to find it was filled with kid's shoes and clothes. He opened up the lockers he was using to show it was all his stuff, and other two were empty from tenants that had moved out. Nothing expensive was taken or thrown away, but we had boxes and boxes of keepsake ornaments, my husband's childhood stocking and irreplaceable decorations from deceased grandparents. Needless to say, that was the straw that broke the camel's back and we didn't find the right house until April.
We just moved in last Sunday, so I'm working on unpacking, getting tax code/water bill/gas bill stuff all set up, but hopefully I'll be a bit more productive with this change of pace.