THE ALAMO aka Fox Falls

So I have finally got all my stuff settled into the new house.

Picture this...a house that sits on a creek with a beautiful waterfall just outside the backdoor. I call it the Alamo because every morning I feel like I am fighting the war for independence from bugs. My poor Gucci sandals have killed more creatures than they ever thought they would see.

I would killed the movers with a quick swat of the Gucci sandals if I thought it would have caused some damage. I will NEVER EVER recommend nor use Aardvark Movers out of Austin EVER AGAIN! They were 7 hours late to get my stuff, and then they were so tired when they got there that I ended up moving more stuff into the truck than they did. I also directed the unpacking of the truck as well.

Getting the appliances delivered was a feat. The refrigerator was delivered by 2 OLD men who drove a truck that was probably as old as them. They could barely unload the fridge from the truck and when I asked them to bring it in through a certain door they about died when they saw they had to move it 20 more feet on the dolly. God bless Home Depot and their need to employ the folks who should be playing bingo! The washer and dryer were delivered without a hitch! Thank god something happened the way it was supposed to.

Moving into the house has created a sense of confidence in me that I hadn't expected it to do. I have been doing small home improvement projects around the house like installing new light fixtures, a new thermostat for the A/C and other small projects like weather stripping all the doors that I never thought I would be capable of doing. I am still scared to attempt some projects that I feel are out of my league, but I have enjoyed "getting my hands dirty".

It's been a great learning experience all the way around.

But sadly enough, I need to combat the depression that has surrounded this move. Finding it harder and harder to get out of bed every morning! I feel like I am not walking in my own shoes.