In spite of all the problems…

in spite of the prospect of indentured servitude for the rest of my life…

in debt beyond my wildest dreams…

I love the house.

The Money Pit

We’ve moved in. We’ve moved every box from the old house to the new one and now we’re drowning in the tat of ages. This house is much, much smaller than the previous one–we know that now that we’ve shifted the tat out of the previous one and can see the walls again.