Anyhow, all my stuff is gone. The house isn't much mine anymore. There isn't much left that says "this home belongs to that crazy lady, with crazy taste". Which is the point, I guess.
The house does now, rather resemble the personality of Dustan- who states that he would like very much to live like this forever. Ugh. Man. But men like him buy homes, which I am banking on. And praying for.
Thanks mom. And Lindsey. And Renee. And Jesse. And Dwight. For all the hard work you put into this.
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Your welcome
I LOVE your daughters bedroom. It is so cute! (But I personally, like the houses we look at to have a bit of personaility in them... like some dishes in the sink (but not too many and not too dirty) or some things laying around that say "somebody with personality lives here"... I am not the norm... but I am out here looking for a house. ;) )
Blessings,
Val
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