It's finally finished. Ten long months of stress, emotions, hugs, tears, laughter, everything you could ever imagine. I can't tell you how good it feels to be home again. Sleeping in my own bed, eating in my own kitchen, even picking up dog poop in the backyard makes me happy, because it's where my family is. Although the road to home was not one that i would have chosen, it wouldn't change anything about it, because the outcome was totally worth the hardships. BIG props to my mom, who has dealt with everything, from processing every single reciept, to picking out furniture (which, after a while, isn't as much fun as you might think), to picking out doors and hardware. I can't even imagine how she did it all, but i am so greatful. Thanks mom.