Mayhem: When Will This House Become a Home?

When will this house be set up, and when will it be cleaned? I know it sounds like legitimate whining, but let me show you some pictures, and then you'll understand

But did I mention that I’m moving? I did talk about it in a few comments, but obviously, I'm not some 'whale' that you'd keep track of every comment I make. So the story goes something like this… Due to some official matters, we’ve had to move houses within the same town. Oh, I've been dreading this move for quite some time now. It’s the second night in this new home house, but I still can’t get that 'home' feeling. The lingering smell of paint is making me feel sick.

First have a look at this room:

Okay, this ⬆️ is the room that I emptied last in the previous house. It's my kids' bedroom... and you could say that my children's colorful childhood was spent in this very room.

It was a bit of an emotional moment... I tend to get attached to things a little too much, especially when they involve my children

And now, I'm presenting to you my new 'abode,' where I might be residing for the next couple of years (two at maxi) if everything goes smoothly... and as you can see, the state of affairs isn't ideal.

It needs a lot of renovation. Some of it might be done by them, but for the most part, we'll have to spend from our own pocket. For example, in the kids' old room, there was a built-in book rack with many shelves. Now, this room is smaller and doesn't have anything like a bookshelf or table... so I'll have to buy a lot of new things.

I'm browsing a ton of sites in between chores for these items... but everything is ridiculously expensive. I mean, I'll have to drop a few things and just go for the absolute necessities

None of the three washrooms have a cabinet or shelf for toiletries. I know it sounds like a bit too much whining, but it's justified when a bottle or two of cologne gets broken on the first day.

_{backyard: it's not the lawn that I will now be talking about}

And while I wanted to enjoy the green lawn we've been working on for a month before the move... well, these fat-ass mosquitoes attacked me so aggressively, it’s like they’d been waiting for this moment to suck my blood—on top of everything else!

_{Burn in hell, you loser! And don’t you dare give me dengue! Well now I can only pray}

Despite all the chaos, broken cologne bottles, and mosquito ambushes, I’m hopeful that once the dust settles—literally and figuratively—this place will start to feel like home. After all, a few mosquito bites can’t stop me from creating a cozy haven... though I might need to invest in some heavy-duty mosquito repellent first! Here's to new beginnings, bumpy as they may be!

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And last but not least, I've given the verandah a little makeover. The sandstorms are making it tough with all the dust, but I’m planning to add fairy lights to this frame. I’ll share the final look once it’s all done!