(For anyone who doesn't keep up with every detail of my personal life for some reason: We moved from Dallas to LA two years ago, one month before the world got its economic panties in a wad, couldn't sell our house, had to rent it out, ended up moving back to Dallas right as our tenants were moving out, and tomorrow, we move back in! So it will be kind of like the old Steven Wright joke in reverse, or on a different scale, or something ... just click, he tells it better.)
I think it's safe to say I'll be obsessing about redecorating for the coming weeks. When I see a sight like this, my heart palpitates and I start to drool a little:
All that space that needs my love and attention!
I was especially excited to see the master bathroom again. Shortly after I moved in with my husband, we gutted it and I got to design it from scratch. Now I get to put my thumbprints over the whole place...
Mostly, this afternoon was sweet reunion, but there was a little bit of what every owner fears when they rent their home. Namely, that you walk in the kitchen to find one of the cabinet doors split from its hinges, and then discover the rest of it laying in the corner of the bedroom.
All in all, not bad, considering.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to clicking my heels three times some more.
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