Moving Day

So...the day came for us to do the walk through. We couldn't get in. The lock box was removed and all of the doors were locked. What could we do? We called and complained, but we still closed on the house. What choice did we have? So we moved from our clean, lovely, well built house to the new house. When our moving truck got to the house, we thought that the sellers hadn't finished moving out. There was trash everywhere. There was broken mirror pieces, black garbage bags full of trash, old socks, an old vacuum, an old table, dead flowers, old carpet remnants, towels and so much other stuff. It was unbelievable. The attic hadn't been cleaned out. We called our real estate agent and he said there was nothing we could do. We had closed. But the straw that broke the camel's back was when we turned the sink on in the kitchen. They had left a bowl under it and we immediately figured out why. The pipe had been cut but not soldered back together. Water poured out. Yes, our inspector missed it. We got it fixed.

Therefore, the first thing we had to do was empty the house of their crap. Imagine how angry we were. The second thing we had to do was get the carpet out of the three kid's rooms. I mean, it was orange shag. Who knew how old it was? I think we got to sleep that night after 2:00. The rest of the weekend was spent cleaning their rooms and painting them.  I was desperate to give them some normalcy after all the horrors we were uncovering. And were we uncovering them. There were roach droppings everywhere. On top of the windows and door frames, inside the switch plates, in all the cupboards, and in all the closets. Nothing could be unpacked until it was cleaned. It took weeks.