It may be a fixer-upper, but it's mine!

I didn't have much stability growing up, so I was determined to have it as an adult. I skrimped and saved for years for this. I can't believe the time has finally come. And, what better way to document this momentous occasion than with a blog, right?

Screaming from the rooftop: I'm a homeowner! Someone, please pinch me. I must be dreaming. To think a stuffed sock made this all possible. Yup, that's where I saved it all. But there's no denying this cold brass key, itching away in the palm of my hand. I guess all those babysitting gigs and side jobs paid off, huh.

My Dad once said, "one man's trash is another man's treasure," but I was too young to understand. Plus, I thought it was just another one of his drunken rants since his rational is rarer than a ruby. I guess he was right about some things. Or one thing, at least. Well, aside from the obvious, of course, since I'm not a man. But that doesn't change the fact that I don't care who's trash it was, because it's mine now, and I love my treasure.

I hope you join me on my DIY renovation journey, it should be interesting. Maybe you'll learn something along the way. Buckle up, because this could be a bumpy ride.

Warning: the driver is a klutz with power tools. What could possibly go wrong there?