I understand now, more than ever, why "moving" is rated as one of the most stressful life events. I love the space I moved to, but come on now... Once the power got connected and light was spread out against the walls, this place was disgustingly dirty. Whatever, I can clean the hell out of anything you set in front of me. But then last night happened. Last night, I decided to make dinner, which involved the stove top and the actual stove. Once the stove was turned on to preheat, black smoke started pouring and I had myself a grease fire because of the filth that was left behind. 4 fire trucks and an ambulance or two made their way to the house. Not the best way to meet your new neighbors. It has to get better from here, right? Let's hope so :)