So as you may have seen in my last status update, I finish moving into a new house after the landlords want to move into the place we were once in (and oddly enough, it happens to the wife's childhood home!) because again, cancer is a fucking bastard. And we got the news after getting out of the hospital.
So after a quick recovery and the landlords helping us out on finding a new home (and letting us stay a little longer), we finally got a place...but at the time, it was in the middle of being fixed (not anymore now, everything is all good to go) because the last asshole that was here refused to leave and flooded the basement. Dick.
After days of unpacking and setting stuff up, the place is all good. Need to set the pictures up but it's all good.