Originally, I thought move-in day was supposed to be last weekend (4/5th), but it's been pushed to this weekend and I am finally feeling anxious. For the past three weeks, I've been shopping like crazy to gather all necessary house supplies and furniture so Jay and I will be somewhat ready by the time we move in on Saturday. Of course we all know as soon as everything is in and set up and we stupidly believe we've done a good job in getting what we need, a 10-page list of everything we actually forgot and an immediate trip to Target will be required. High doubts aside, I think we're making some good progress. I've been religiously checking Craigslist, stopping in at yard sales, and making day trips to IKEA in hopes to find the best bargains for the things we need to check off of our list. Despite the hundreds of dollars spent, am I a weirdo for absolutely loving this whole shopping-for-house-shit ordeal? Is this normal? Should I be concerned? I had asked Jay what he thought about the colors I picked for our kitchen and his response was, "I don't care, do whatever you want" (brb shopping for a wedding dress). Maybe it's finally having that creative freedom for something I have been so passionate about over the years that's making the entire process an endless wave of good feels. Do you know that feel? No? That sucks. You should cause it's great.
Anyway, here is a picture of my (unfinished) house. I never knew I could love something so much <3