Moving Sucks!
I hate moving!!
So here I am, almost two years later, and still, no home to call my own!
Since my family sold our home 2 summers ago, I've been staying with my sister and her husband. They've been really good to us, but needless to say, the welcome is certainly wearing off. Two years is not temporary. Why, you might ask?
Home-searching is a tough task, but our little search has turned into a massive project.
Look for a nice home, and you can't find one, build one! Found a great piece of land with a view of downtown. Next step, find a contractor. I don't know what planet the people from Extreme Makeover: Home Edition come from, but building a home in 7 days is crazy, and in my eyes, impossible. Let's see...it's been over a year now and what does our so-called home look like? In a dreamy haze, I see a cozy country-style home...sort of like the kind they build on Extreme Makeover. Snap! In reality, a year's work, to our contractor, is a frame of 2x4's held together with a cement base and plywood. *insert nervous laugh here* What a dream home! Sigh...
Like Milli Vanilli, he can blame it on the rain we've been having, but that's not acceptable. Finally, working up the courage, my mother started complaining. I guess karma got to the best him, and he had to go under for ball-sack surgery. Poor guy...wait a minute. What the hell am I saying?!? It was him who went into construction from being a used-car salesman to earn easy money. It was him who did not know what the heck he was doing. It was him who hired cheap labour and buried stoves and other furniture in the ground (I hope the stove doesn't come back from hot hell to haunt our house in the future). It was him who said, "What? There's supposed to be a balcony and 2 washrooms upstairs?" when he supposedly looked over the blueprints several times. GUILTY! Lock him up! No chance of parole! No soup for you!
Luckily, we found a replacement. The comparison? HermanMiller, not Pee-wee Herman.
Target move-in date: July/August!!
Being a typical Asian girl, I'm expected to stay at home until I'm 50. Luckily, that won't happen. I figure I'd contribute to their mortgage the best I can, and when it's somewhat paid off, I can venture into my freedom! It's the least I can do for them for putting a roof over my head and yummies in my tummies for this long, right?
I am thankful that I won't be living in Pee-wee's Playhouse.
So here I am, almost two years later, and still, no home to call my own!
Since my family sold our home 2 summers ago, I've been staying with my sister and her husband. They've been really good to us, but needless to say, the welcome is certainly wearing off. Two years is not temporary. Why, you might ask?
Home-searching is a tough task, but our little search has turned into a massive project.
Look for a nice home, and you can't find one, build one! Found a great piece of land with a view of downtown. Next step, find a contractor. I don't know what planet the people from Extreme Makeover: Home Edition come from, but building a home in 7 days is crazy, and in my eyes, impossible. Let's see...it's been over a year now and what does our so-called home look like? In a dreamy haze, I see a cozy country-style home...sort of like the kind they build on Extreme Makeover. Snap! In reality, a year's work, to our contractor, is a frame of 2x4's held together with a cement base and plywood. *insert nervous laugh here* What a dream home! Sigh...
Like Milli Vanilli, he can blame it on the rain we've been having, but that's not acceptable. Finally, working up the courage, my mother started complaining. I guess karma got to the best him, and he had to go under for ball-sack surgery. Poor guy...wait a minute. What the hell am I saying?!? It was him who went into construction from being a used-car salesman to earn easy money. It was him who did not know what the heck he was doing. It was him who hired cheap labour and buried stoves and other furniture in the ground (I hope the stove doesn't come back from hot hell to haunt our house in the future). It was him who said, "What? There's supposed to be a balcony and 2 washrooms upstairs?" when he supposedly looked over the blueprints several times. GUILTY! Lock him up! No chance of parole! No soup for you!
Luckily, we found a replacement. The comparison? HermanMiller, not Pee-wee Herman.
Target move-in date: July/August!!
Being a typical Asian girl, I'm expected to stay at home until I'm 50. Luckily, that won't happen. I figure I'd contribute to their mortgage the best I can, and when it's somewhat paid off, I can venture into my freedom! It's the least I can do for them for putting a roof over my head and yummies in my tummies for this long, right?
I am thankful that I won't be living in Pee-wee's Playhouse.
posted by LemonadeParade at 3:12 p.m.
1 Comments:
omg if u are going to be living in a Herman Miller inspired house, I will be over there EVERY DAY.
-jaded
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