It's final.

I have successfully removed all traces of my existence from anywhere else in the world and have moved it all completely into my garage.

So when people ask, "are you all moved-in?" I say, "yep."

Still not a whole lot is in my HOUSE, however....it's almost exclusively in the garage. But it's all on this PROPERTY so it counts.

I am moving things in slowly but I'm basically at a standstill.

The standstill is this....a lot of my stuff needs to go in or on something. Something that is usually a larger piece of furniture. Most of the furniture is still in the garage. I cannot move the furniture in until after we paint. We cannot paint until I have plastic sheets to cover up the floors and what little furniture that's actually made it into the house. We don't have those sheets of plastic so nothing is getting done at all.

I'm mostly fine with this because we have found it's relatively easy to live with hardly any of life's little extras, but at the same time it's frustrating because at the beginning I was all excited to have all that extra time to get the painting done before we even started moving in and then suddenly I didn't have that time and it never got done, due to either a miscommunication with the husband or his temper (dealing with the unfair landlords), not sure which.

Still, it's all good. We will eventually be able to start scraping and sanding and I will do it all myself if that's what it takes to get it done. But like I said...we're kind of in a standstill.

Slow and steady steps is better than nothing.