Moving is a funny thing, and I just have to learn to go with it sometimes.
The water heater broke about 2 days into our home ownership. The warranty has been called upon, the plumbers will come. But not until next week. Meanwhile, I’m heating water on the stove and washing my hair in the sink. And that water? We can’t drink it. Or wash dishes with it. Because we haven’t been nearby during office hours to pick up a test kit from the water treatment plant to find out if it’s even safe. Ah, well. Next week. Meanwhile, the dishes can just pile up in the sink (it’s not like we’re really doing any cooking anyway).
The toilets are another matter…they both run, and leak. The master one is off because it’s the worst. The other we can use intermittently if we turn on the water source each time. No biggie.
The overhead light/fan in the master appears to require some sort of remote to work. We don’t have the remote. So either we have light, and a full blast fan, or nothing at all. We choose nothing.
We’re still working out what all the light switches are for. And a bunch of the lights need bulbs. We have some. Packed. Somewhere. Maybe next week I’ll find them. Or the week after.
My lunches this week have consisted of an entire jar of queso and a big bag of chips. Dinners have mostly been chicken strips from Hardee’s. Yeah. That’s what happens when you don’t have a kitchen. Or working oven. Or water for that matter.
It’s all relative though. I’m ecstatic to have a home. A real home. A forever home. And we had the chimney cleaned and checked out. Really, what more does a girl need than a fireplace? Hot water is overrated.