Getting to work..

Let the work begin!  The mobile home has been moved to it's new location and we have lots to do.
 
Here we see the team getting it ready for moving.

These guys were amazing.

Here we see it attached to the truck, being pulled into the new lot.  I was amazed at how fluidly the man whipped it into place. 


And here she is, in all her glory in the new location.

Okay...so she's infinitely uglier than I thought possible, but she'll dress up nice.  Little lipstick, little rouge, maybe a dress...Paint, new roof, fence..... She'll be the talk of the town. 

On the inside, here's what we're working with:

  



There was a lot of furniture left by the previous owner.
But the living room and kitchen are a nice size.

   

     

 


With four bedrooms, the kids will get their own rooms again.  They'll even get their own bathroom.  We'll have an art room next to the master bedroom.  Obviously books will dominate the living room.  I have close to fifty boxes of books stored in a good friend's attic.  I'm so anxious to get them out. 

So, any way, that's the before view and I'll get back soon with an update.

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