After almost 6 months of sweat and tears (90% tears), our home sweet home is finally all done! Because we have unfortunately hired an unscrupulous contractor who constantly tried to scam and sabotage us, our project was delayed for over two months, during which my mental health was greatly affected. I had a taste for the first time of what depression felt like. Looking back, of course it is easy for one to say "see I told you everything would be alright eventually." but when you are stuck in a soul draining downward spiral, there is very little reasoning that can instantly pull you out of the shit abyss. In fact, those "logical thinking" more often than not may make the person feel worse and disconnect from the world even more. That's why I am super thankful for those who stuck by my side and genuinely reached out and helped me through that difficult time, be it giving us advice on how to battle those scumbags from the construction company, or dog sitting Eleven when our house is still in shambles, those of you who cared enough to do more than to whisper a nonchalant "the tough time will be over soon" or "that's just how it is with contractors. You should've seen it coming". Despite the hell that we've been through, I am grateful for the struggles because I have learned so much about myself. Michael and I have learned so much more about each other (a great pre-marital course) And because we fought really hard for this home, we now appreciate it even more. It may not be a mansion, but waking up every morning in this home truly is a blessing and the best reminder of how lucky we are to have everything that we've got. Now let the house warming festivities begin!