So Marcus and I were able to score a mobile home on the cheap. Whoohoo! Of course, that means it needs some love and care. It wasn't abandoned so we don't have to try to evict wildlife. I love how we are peeling away at this place, one layer at a time. The outer layer is, in a word, filth. Like so:
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| Do you hear the sound of serial killers in the bushes? |
This was taken after a day of cleaning and the left side of the porch was cleared. As the layers come clear, I can see how it is coming together to become a nice home for us! Can you tell I'm excited?!? I've never lived somewhere I could even paint before. Now, I can do whatever I want, and the landowner is letting me go nuts on landscaping! Whooo!
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| Living room when we walked in. The cleaner of the rooms. Popa Bear gazes in amazement. |
The smell of animal feces and urine slapped us as we walked in. Oooof. Popa Bear, an avid non-smoker, asked me to light a cigarette to help with the smell. I've been using cheap face masks from the hardware store and they helped a ton! My mom used to threaten me with taking a snow shovel to my room to clean up the clothes and books. She literally used a rake and a snow shovel to clear an amazing amount of this stuff. All but a layer of silt, anyway. I was able to finish it up with a vacuum and some baking soda pet smell eater carpet sprinkle. Now we can walk on the floor! Yay!
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