Moving to Summerlin

After two long months of waiting for the bank to sign off on the short sale, I finally closed on my house at the end of September. It was such a relief, and now I can hardly remember all of the drama and the episodes that caused me to panic and cry. Well, I can think of a few (e.g., UPS losing my closing documents). I know the home buying process is never easy, and I'm glad to be finished with it for quite a while.

I flew Dad out to help me move. It was much harder than I anticipated. I don't feel like I own much stuff, but it sure does add up. We rented a Budget truck, that I managed to drive around town without killing anyone, and we transferred all of the big stuff in one day.

I kept Dad too busy and wore him out too much, so we weren't able to do the typical Vegas activities like the Strip and Red Rock. But, we did manage to play a round of golf at Siena...

(It rained as we were getting to the course, and there was a complete rainbow, though this is all I managed to photograph)

And have lunch and a quick hike at Mt. Charleston...

(Mom and Dad, don't tell me that I never take pictures of people. I managed to squeeze Dad into this one.)
I'm completely settled in now, save for a few lingering boxes. I am immensely happy on this side of town and in this neighborhood. I feel like I live on Wisteria Lane, without all of the backstabbing and cheating. My neighbors are some of the friendliest people, and I feel very safe and content here.

The dogs have found some good napping places in the house, for while I'm watching TV...
And for while I'm working in my office downstairs...