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Jul. 17th, 2014 06:26 amSo only myself, the host, and one other showed up last night for a meeting everyone said they could make: de factor leader still. Well another showed up, a multi-generational (arguably) resident who turns out to work with habitat (yay!) and has not just a law degree but a LLM to boot. The other person who showed up was an attorney - my god I had no idea there were so many attorneys in the area (there are). We've discussed filing suit to stop the project.
My home is largely wired and piped, though the basement is just dirt and a trench for the new water and sewer lines. They didn't do (PEC?) but instead stuck with copper pipes - works for me. Hoping to visit the place Friday with Scott to check progress with an expert eye. So far I like where the outlets, switches, and lights are. He's put recessed lighting all along the top floor.
I feel like I'm getting more than I ordered or paid for.
Last night I longed to live there as the weather was perfect and the neighborhood kids played outside and in the street. It's funny, "I want to be their friend" but of course they're just strangers to me. It's insane how friendly they are and how they know each other compared to me here - where I'm the FREAK who says hello while all the other condo-pod-people walk by blank or buried in cell. But I'm so finicky - I don't even like my friends, so why the urge to be friends with people I don't know? Deity only knows what lack of commonality I'll actually find.
My home is largely wired and piped, though the basement is just dirt and a trench for the new water and sewer lines. They didn't do (PEC?) but instead stuck with copper pipes - works for me. Hoping to visit the place Friday with Scott to check progress with an expert eye. So far I like where the outlets, switches, and lights are. He's put recessed lighting all along the top floor.
I feel like I'm getting more than I ordered or paid for.
Last night I longed to live there as the weather was perfect and the neighborhood kids played outside and in the street. It's funny, "I want to be their friend" but of course they're just strangers to me. It's insane how friendly they are and how they know each other compared to me here - where I'm the FREAK who says hello while all the other condo-pod-people walk by blank or buried in cell. But I'm so finicky - I don't even like my friends, so why the urge to be friends with people I don't know? Deity only knows what lack of commonality I'll actually find.
