We moved in in the last quarter of 2014.
We tried to get the house professionally cleaned the day of settlement, but when the cleaning crew arrived, they said it was too dirty and they’d have to come back another day.
The day after settlement, my husband ripped out the burnt-orange carpet in what would become our older daughter’s bedroom. He discovered well preserved hardwood flooring beneath it.
The cleaners came back as promised, and this time were willing to clean. The refrigerator’s vegetable drawer frame broke the second they touched it. It’s still broken, so the drawers just sit on the bottom, and we hardly notice anymore.
About nine weeks later, I gave birth to our second child.
We regularly stomp around just because we can.
And it’s starting to feel like home.