My small couches fit perfectly. The size of my current TV is just right.
I’m so happy that it looks like a home, not just an empty shell of a house.
I later brought the lighter couch to my room because the fan is there and I need to be nearer my modem-router. After work, I brought it back to the TV area because I want my empty house to look nicer in my absence.
Meanwhile, my stairs need to be filled with cement and then tiled (with outdoor, brick-like tiles). Tomorrow the railings will be painted metallic black.
My laundry area will be finished by the end of the month. When we move in by the 16th, I hope the trusses or the roof will be up by then.
When I sent these photos to my sis in law, she said she felt teary-eyed because she’s happy for me, for what I have achieved so far with my house, with my career, and with my girls.
If she only knew the kind of hell I’ve been through the past three years, she would be crying right now.
I’m proud of myself, too. 😭 I’ve come so far.