Finally, I write again. And appropriately so since we are moving tomorrow...! I'm so thrilled, and Kanha might even be more excited. The fact that the roof above our third/top floor apartment has been leaking for the past couple of weeks has amplified that sentiment -- the ice cream cone - the shape left by the dripping rain -- in the ceiling keeps getting bigger, as Kanha has pointed out.
But I definitely feel a pull more than a push. I stopped by the house yesterday to drop off the necessary paperwork -- the stealth way of trading documents, I drop them off, later Barbara, the seller, picks them up, nothing clandestine, just consequences of being busy mothers of young children -- and it felt great to be there. Of course, the rooms look smaller empty and all the cracks in the wall and ugly paint choices -- purple in the mudroom as you walk in?? -- stand out. But the space looks inviting, looks lived in, which makes me feel like we can really live in it too, have real lives.
Everyone who hears our move-in date -- tomorrow, did I mention?! -- says, what, how did that happen so quickly? And I guess, now that it's finally happening, it is fast. We aren't actually buying it tomorrow but since the previous tenant in the big "half" of the house moved out on Sunday, I volunteered that we move in and pay rent for a month, while I get through an inspection, mortgage approval, etc. And it all came together -- win/win as they say.
So I meet the movers at my storage area at 8:30 am tomorrow morning and boxes and boxes will soon be arriving at our new place. My main objective by tomorrow night it to have one bed set up and a few things in the fridge. What else do we need? Not even a view.
