The meaning of “My”
As in “My House” has been permanently changed.
Now when I say “My House”, I’m not talking about a place that belongs to someone else that I’m just borrowing.
The house needs lots of work. I’ll probably chronicle my long journey here. Of course, I’ve given myself three weeks to do everything. Clearly, I’ve lost my mind.
I’ve gotten half of the new locks in. The old ones worked fine, but the locksets and the deadbolts were different colors, different manufacturers, and different keys. So I swapped them out for ones that are all matched. Well, half of them anyhow. Newer locks have shields on them, and one of the doors isn’t cut enough for the new lock to fit. I’ll deal with it later.
The biggest task I have ahead of me is figuring out what I can afford to do before I move in.