Friday, January 04, 2008

The Ugly and the Aftermath

Imagine piles and piles of boxes everywhere. I'd show you, but my camera isn't on me at the moment.

Actually, it's gotten a lot less ugly. On January 1, we actually slept in our own house. It happened to be one of the coldest nights so far this season and we didn't have insulation, so in the morning it was 51 degrees in the house. It's only gotten better and warmer as we've unpacked, the temperature outside has risen and as of today we actually have insulation upstairs.

So here's to a warm new year in our own home and figuring out how to properly thank people who have taken you in for 8 months.



8 comments:

Sarah G. said...

Hooray!
Welcome to your new home!

Meredith said...

Hurrah!!!
(Somehow three exclamation points doesn't do it justice.)

blair said...

How absolutely wonderful for all of you.
Was it eight months? Wow, I would not know how to properly thank them either.

Janis Gore said...

How wonderful to be young.
I still think of Peter's accident every time I swallow. It's just the kind of thing I did as a baby.

Angie D said...

Yay!!! So very happy for you. That must feel very satisfying, no?
Welcome home!

Lenise said...

Congratulations on getting moved in to your own home again!! Our house was that cold when we lost power in the major ice storm of 2002 (?). We were staying with a friend. That was the only time I ever saw my two cats snuggled up together =]
We had to have insulation blown into the attic, and then had the house wrapped and vinyl sided a few years later (I know that makes us evil, but we're too poor and lazy to do it right.)

Frazier said...

Welcome home!

Diane said...

Woo hoo! It must feel wonderful to be back in a place of your own, no matter how many boxes/how little warmth.

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