Flipping a house generates a lot of debris . . . and it all has to go somewhere.
We typically just have a giant dumpster in the driveway that gets rotated out with a fresh dumpster as it gets full – easy!
But last week we kissed our last dumpster goodbye – we’re near the finish line and we figured that we could handle disposing of any last-minute trash and debris on our own. So we did.
And let me tell you – the city dump is not glamorous.
After loading up the truck with construction debris, we drove down to south Dallas, turned on a random road and there we were. The dump.
We were greeted by some lovely signs . . .
. . . and a long line of other trucks filled to the gills with junk. Once we got to the front of the line, we pulled our truck onto a big scale and I hopped out to show the guy behind the counter my driver’s license to prove that I live in Dallas County. He printed out a little receipt with the weight of our load and we were on our way!
We drove up a giant hill and caught what is probably the best view of the Dallas skyline in the whole county. Of course that fabulous view would be at the dump!
And then we saw it.
The day that we went to the dump was a day that I felt very grateful to be pregnant, because I got a “get out of jail free” card and didn’t have to load up the really heavy stuff or help Jason heave it into the giant, insanely stinky pit. :) I stayed in the truck where I only caught whiffs of the stench.
By the way, I’m pretty sure my husband is the only person to ever show up at the dump in a collared shirt. :)
You can’t quite see them in this shot, but there were flocks of seagulls circling all the trash.
And who says flipping houses isn’t glamorous? :)
What about you? Have you had the pleasure of visiting the dump? Or was this post enough to keep you away for life?