I have already spent a few hours clearing some of the "yard" of a summer's worth of growth. It's funny; as a child I always hated helping my father with the gardening and yardwork, but now I understand the satisfaction you get from it. I am going to post lots of pictures of my family and friends up on the walls, and this winter I am going to attempt to make some new furniture in the woodshop. Soon it will truly be a home to call my own.
I think I am going to be very happy here.