Sounds like the beginning to a bad joke, doesn't it?
Well good news, everyone: I have internet at my new house. Currently I am typing in the floor, in front of my bed. My tower is beside my endtable that my monitor, lamp and alarm clock are all sharing. I need a desk. And a computer chair. And a bookshelf, while I'm at it. Can someone say shopping time?
And good news it's shopping time, because I have a job. That's right. 4 days after the big move I started working again. God has blessed me with this opportunity and placed me in a company that as a whole truly cares about their employees. Through a simple email from my old boss to my new boss, God provided me with a job where I'm already getting 40 hours a week. The new chicken hut is way different from what I'm used to, but in time I'll learn all the differences and all will be good.
Back to the idea of shopping. It's almost humorous to me how timid-to-spend I am. I spent the last year saving up a good chunk of change so I could relax and not stress over money as much after the move, and now I'm afraid to spend any of it. Maybe it's because I'm not sure what to expect as far as bills go yet, or maybe it's because surprises have already tried to get the best of my sister and I.
For example:
I moved in 11 days ago, my sister 14. Wednesday, the day I started work at CFA, my sister made her way into my bathroom (the master bathroom, located in the middle of the house.) TMI Warning: I suppose she noticed that the water in the toilet had risen to the top, but I assure you it was water- much like that that is in your toilet. So she went to fix it, trying to plunge it like any good sister would do, and the water began to drain... And came back up into my shower. So she turned and began to try to plunge the shower drain, and the water began to drain... Only to rise up in my bathtub. So she attempted to utilize Liquid Plumber, which didn't work. The next 36 hours we spent trying to use the water which was still running fine and using a bucket to bail it out of my shower and bathtub. So we resorted to calling a plumber.
$165 later, (the bill that our "landlords") so graciously took care of, he had found the root of the problem. Pun intended. This tree in our yard was literally growing into our main septic line. Joy. But all is well and fixed now. Lessons in life, right?
Another small, furry example:
We may have to look into a exterminator. The lady who was renting the house before us left our parents a note, mentioning that the center cabinet/island in the kitchen occasionally had a mouse that made its way into it. Just a field mouse, or two. So I had the pleasure to meet our furry little friend one night when I was looking for my spare keys. Our furry friend launched itself out of the drawer I opened, onto my hand and then scurried off into the laundry room.
Maybe we should get a cat.
Either way, this whole thing is an adventure so far. <3
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