The week of my birthday was quick a week. Usually I am obsessed with dinner plans and getting as much "me" time as I can capture trying my hardest to bottle it for the remaining year. HOWEVER this year a you know, I was waiting for a house. The one day delay didn't panic me. The email saying that two pieces of the house were somewhere stuck in traffic didn't freak me out. The morning they put the house together and there was no crane, half the house was missing and when it did arrive, it was all stuck in the soft dirt of our new driveway- I was fine. I did need to take a breather at one point, not gonna lie. One piece of the house was resting in the back corner and the front, just arrived from traffic, was being pulled down the driveway by a bulldozer. The crane was ready to do its thing. The issue was that the bulldoze didn't go deep enough with the front of the house and the back of the house was too close so there was a little space issue. And when I say little space issue, I mean it all had to be moved before anything could happen. Eek, I had needed some French fries. French fries can fix an anything!
When I returned after my burger an fries (I don't think they sell just French fries, mine always seem to have burger on the side), everything was ready again. Each hour, another piece of the he house was set an we were one step closer to our home. By the time I left we had a house. I returned at the end of the he day an there was a roof and an almost chimney too.
This was the start if my new obsession, nightly visits to the house.
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