So much, so fast. Where to begin? By the end of last night, this is where we were:
While the bedroom appeared to be complete, the living room was just getting started. This morning when I left for work, I had no clue what I would be coming home to. I expected maybe the floors would be almost done, or covered with cardboard or signs that say "No Step," like on the wing of an airplane. Surely, I did not expect what I found. First, I saw the floor guys' truck drive off. Good sign. Then, I was delighted when my landlady, Nancy, greeted me, smiling, at the door. Cheery with excitement and glowing with pride, she had the look of a real estate agent, anxious to show me a real gem. "Boy, have I got a place for you," her real estate agent self would say.
As she led me upstairs, she said the floors were beautiful and that the workers did an amazing job. It wasn't until I walked in, that I believed what she said to be true.
I could barely contain myself. It finally happened! You have to understand, when my landlady agreed to this, I never really thought it was going to happen. Ya, sure, she'll take care of everything. Ya, sure, I'll move all my furniture out. Ya, sure, I'll get to chose the wood. Ya, sure. Well, ya!
Now I just have to wait on the movers who come on Sunday (which feels like a year from now) to move all my things back into my place. For now, I'm going to try to be as patient as possible while my new floor breathes and settles in.