Friends and family helped us unpack all of our belongings. But there was one problem: How would we get in the house without a key? We were early and our lawyer hadn't arrived yet. My brother in law Leo solved the problem when he climbed through a basement window that the builders had left unlocked.
Everything had that brand new smell: the paint, the carpets, the drywall. My parents gave us a new dining room suite, a black table with a mirrored surface and six high back black chairs. My in laws had just given us a new bed. And Rob's uncle bought us a brand new shower curtain.
But not everything was new: my parents' original kitchen table from 1960, my parents' old sofa and loveseat from their house in Hamilton, and Rob's old bed from his childhood that was custom made five inches longer. But that was okay; we were just happy to be living in our own home.
Thank you, Brantford, for 21 great years!