I am trying to fly home today.
CeCe has a final interview at Balmoral Hall in the morning
and we pick up her uniform for next week.
I can hardly believe she is starting school.
Anyways big T is staying back to go through this house with a fine tooth comb...
it needs a gut job..but some parts of it are so lovely.
Clearly not the horrid paint colors.
It backs onto the river which freezes here very early brrrrrr... but I have romantic notions of skating parties, mugs and mugs of hot coco, tons of laughter and rosey red checks.
The basement is the real dealer breaker here as it looks like the support beams may have been damaged so hopefully Big T and the engineer can figure this all out and this could be a possible place for us to call home.