Finally got moved into the new digs. Everything is still a mess and I've got dried primer and paint all over my body and some on the walls were they're supposed to be.
I'm so stoked over being a home owner. Growing up in a very poor family and having a childhood living out of apartments not to mention renting since I was on my own at eighteen it's nice to finally say "I'm going home." and have it mean just that.
I still haven't wound down yet as there is a ton of stuff that needs touching up and there's still that whole unpacking and getting set-up part to go through too so...
For now, even though I lost a really, really great gig because of it I'm glad to say that I've got a home.
Me.
That bastard from the barrio.
Wow.
The pics are just some stuff I sketched out on break at work.
