J and I moved last Saturday (thanks to a small army of helpful men and women and friends and parents and brothers and sisters) into the cutest little three bed/two bathroom house south of Fuquay. The house is adorable and I love it. I got all my furniture just about where I want it to be and there is nothing stopping me from making this place into a beloved, safe, welcoming, inviting home.
Except, well, the fact that it's 97F outside... And I have no desire to move when it's 97F outside.
(pics to follow...)