We got our a$$es handed to us a week ago, but somehow ended up with a new painter, electricity in the kitchen, and cake!
Last week we could see a light at the end of the tunnel. This week, someone detonated explosives and caved that shit right in.
We hit a few snags along the way this past week, but overall, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel and feel like we’re on our way to finally getting this place into a habitable state.
Our contractors, Andrew and Dillon, and have been slashing to-dos off their list almost as quickly as we’ve been piling them on.
This is the story of how we became the owners of a dirty old frat house.
