The house was left in a terrible state, including two broken windows and the aftermath of it. Gonna change most of those wooden floors, too. Fortunately, barring the heat pump, there's nothing I can't fix on my own, but it'll take a couple more weeks before I can move in. Or, frankly, stay inside without being weirded the fuck out about all the mold. Fucking hell, the fact my mother would rather let it degrade like that than give it under my/brother's care. Also, I cannot find most of the stuff I left there, from diaries to trophies, so that's cool. It's pretty fucking busy between that and PhD-ing, is what I'm saying. Good thing meds keep working top-notch, and I like working with my hands or figuring out shit like that. Takes out most of my energy, but that's probably for the better. I'd waste it on re-learning 64-bit assembler or whatever other random project pops to mind.