Last week we were busy painting. This week Aubrey is installing the stove and the floor. If all the stars align (they haven't so far, but I figure it's about time, right?), we should be moving into the cabin this weekend.
That's right. Three hundred and twenty square feet of bliss. Our own space! I can't wait.
I have been dreaming of coat hooks. Slow cooker meals. Nights knitting by the fire. Just the four of us. Oh, it sounds like a dream.
Okay, the having to use the outhouse at 30 below and toilet train a toddler without water does not factor into this dream. But please, don't burst my bubble.
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