All moved in!

We finished moving all of our junk and got the old house cleaned up. The landlord said they were very happy with our cleaning job (much/most of which was accomplished by my wife while I was laid up experiencing the profound regrets someone with a broken body feels after doing things they shouldn't do, like loading, driving, and unloading a box truck) and we gave them back all their keys.

Things at the new house have been slow, most of our stuff is still in totes and boxes, except for things we needed right away.

Thanks to a generous housewarming gift from one of my best friends, we were able to get ahead a bit on finances and get the crappy local internet hooked up early. It isn't great but it is certainly better than nothing.

I have been working on driving short distances a few times a week to try and ameliorate my highway anxiety. No panic attacks doing that yet, so things are cool.

What's not cool, however, is that our new house seems to attract or host wasps all over the place (outside only, which is a very good thing). I had something quite close to a panic attack when we opened the front door and there were multiple wasps between it and the storm door. Luckily my wife rescued me and sprayed the shit out of them with Raid wasp and hornet killer outside. Luckily none had come in to the house before we slammed the door shut and I rushed away from the front room in a panic.
So tomorrow I will be calling a pest control company in the area to come locate and destroy nests, and apply some preventative/repellent chemicals under the eaves and soffits, and in the holes our siding has (fucking vinyl).

This place is a house flipper's magnum opus. Every room features used materials pulled from god knows where. The master bedroom and the kitchen both have metal on the ceiling. The bedroom has corrugated galvanized steel sheets. No idea why but I'm almost sure we will find something horrible if we ever have to take any of it down to check above it. I dread the day. The metal sheets are, at least, new rather than "repurposed" from the side of an old farm building or something.