Closer to the Ending

No, not the ending of my book. Surely, you can’t be serious? (I am serious and don’t call me Shirley.) That’s lurking on a flash drive wishing someone would rub it and let it out like a genie in a lamp. At the moment, I don’t even know where that flash drive is. Somewhere safe, knowing me, where I’ll pay hell finding it. I do back up fairly...often...sometimes. I’m sure it’s somewhere safe.

Anyway, I mean I’m closer to my endless home selling/buying/moving process. I closed on my new house Wednesday and I have movers scheduled tonight to start bringing the furniture from storage. Hopefully before I leave for Dallas I will have some semblance of a normal life resuming.

I doubt it.

At the very least, I will have the kitchen and bath put away, a bed assembled, and the computer and TV up and running, because sadly, I can’t live without the last two. I’m ahead of the game from my last home purchase – the power is on. My last house greeted us frigidly on Valentine’s Day because the builder forgot to put in the connection notice with the utilities company. Brilliant. This time the house will be frigid because I’ve cranked up my brand new A/C system and have both my ceiling fans running full speed. Much better.

When I planned the trip to Scotland, the scrapbooking retreat, the conference in Dallas... I didn’t have an inkling of moving. I have this tendency to make a decision and go with it. Without much build up, I just sort of bought a house and worked all that it entailed in with everything else I had going on. I’m looking forward to July 16th. No special reason, of course, other than I won’t have any travel or major activities until a wedding at the end of September. It will be the first chunk of time I’ve had since early December where I don’t have anything to pack or paint or move or clean. If I do, it will be because I want to, not that I have to. Maybe I can have some peace, decorate my house, and write the book, of course. If DB is lucky, I might even cook again, something I have done maybe 4 times since we moved into our tiny apartment.

So, here’s my brick and mortar baby. She’s so pretty I can barely believe she’s mine. At least until I get my first mortgage statement. She's a 2300+ sq ft, 4 bedroom, 3 1/2 bath, storage wonderland. I have cubbies and closets and shelves everywhere. My pantry is bigger than my old kitchen. It screams for new furniture. New bedding. New everything. All in good time.

I am looking forward to a long stretch of peace in my new house, sprinkled with paint swatches and new furniture. What are you looking forward to this summer?

SP