We closed on our town home yesterday and drove from the lawyer’s office straight to the new place. (When I say new..I mean it’s new to us.) It was such a relief to unpack all of the stuff from our house back in Florida that was piled up in my car. My SUV has been a storage container on wheels for the last two weeks.
My husband immediately donned his “crappy clothes” and started investigating the extent of a leak under the kitchen sink while I sprayed mold and mildew remover into every shower and toilet. This house is a study in contrasts: beautiful new Delta faucets, cat and dog hair in all the drawers, showers, cabinets, stuck to the stove and yes-even inside the washing machine.
I need a team from the FBI to develop a profile of the former owner. Suffice it to say, the place is FILTHY. Who would let such a nice home get so disgusting? I immediately start wondering things like..did this guy’s co-workers ever come over? Does he have friends? What about family? Was he one of those animal hoarders you see on the news? Was there an intervention..a bust..an animal rescue? And what does the inside of his car look like??
Yeah, maybe I don’t want to know.
We’re not moving in until the end of November, so at least I have time to sterilize the place..room by room…drawer by drawer. 😷 “Bring me the bleach and the antihistamines honey, it’s gonna be a long week-end!”
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