Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

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The salesperson for my house (it's weird that I basically bought my house like out of a mall, right? Like, not from a person but from a company that has a salesperson?) says it's her instinct that it's not going to be done on it's original completion date. Apparently we're in something of a super duper build party on the Front Range right now. There aren't enough people who know how to do certain things, like ... um, build houses. I don't know, I'm not one of those people so that's as granular as I can get. The deal is, framing, then roofing, then windows and exterior, then plumbing and electrical, then drywall and finishing.

I know that seems like a lot, but...


Doesn't it kind of look done? Right??

No, obviously not done. I'm sure there are nails laying around, and I would probably get a lot of splinters, but ... it's so close! It's an actual structure. It's no longer a hole in the ground. Those are my windows! I mean, does a window really need glass? Technically? (Google says yes: "an opening in the wall or roof of a building or vehicle that is fitted with glass or other transparent material in a frame to admit light or air and allow people to see out". I call bullshit.)

All I'm saying is that the original proposed completion date is 70 whole days away. It's only been 78 days since I signed the contract in the first place, and definitely fewer than 70 since they broke ground. In 70 days this will be a livable structure. Will it have the floors and stuff I picked out? Perhaps not, but, you know. Simplicity is good.

Basically, I'm planning on moving in in 70 days whether they like it or not.



brace yourselves, this is going to hurt