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All moved in.

Finally everything we owned at the place in Forest hills has been successfully move to its new location in North Versailles.

Of course now begins the unpacking of everything and setting up a livable space. We lost a lot of livable storage space. I mean like large closets that stored everything you needed and did not need for small closet that can be used for everything you need and the things you do not need as often can be stored in the attic or basement.

As soon as I can find my camera I will be posting pictures.

My Car has been put in the shop and will be ready in a week! We agreed that if the cost was more than $500.00 then we would junk the car and take whatever money we could get toward a new one. The Auto shop called and it will cost 598.14! So the car is being repaired. The hoses need to be redone and then everything is good all over again.

Hubby did something I never thought he would do and that was sell his car for junk. He got $200.00 for his car and he said it does not pay to let a car sit for that long. Get it fixed or junk it. Therefore this is the reason my car is getting fix and we will just suck up the 98.14 it will be well worth it because then I will be able to get where I need to go without waiting for a ride from him. And I would not have to be at work at 7:00 in the morning when I start at 8:00!

Well I plan have the renters insurance in place by Friday so I can get the wedding dress in to my house and start working on it. I will keep you posted on how that is going.

Try to have a good day.

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Anonymous said…
I cant wait to see the pictures...or in person!

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