We received our keys. The electrician and contractors were on call.
We were meeting at the new house to begin the task of transforming it into our own.
We’re on a tight budget, so we’re painting, mainly. From top to bottom. Citron yellow. And what a difference.
It’s already starting to look like home, after only two days…
Colour is magical. And we already have friends.
Last week, when we signed the legal papers, I noticed a familiar name on the condominium board. A woman who had been trying to have a cup of coffee and a chat with me for months. We met through this blog. And last night we dropped in for a visit. She lives just down the street.
We all hit it off instantly. They’re wonderful. I’m going to join the condo’s “Gardening Committee” ~ can you believe it?
This is magical, too. A miracle. A blessing…
A “breakfast box” will come with us on moving day…
Though we’re living in complete disarray, I’m feeling much better. Marty is, too. Things are getting done here. We’ve decided to take all your suggestions to heart and never come back again, ever. Not even drive on this street. And Jemo, thank you. I’m going to pack up a Breakfast Box. What a brilliant idea.
We are starting fresh, again. Lighter and leaner. Freer.
The junk is leaving this house. Years of files that haven’t seen the light of day since before we moved in. Boxes that sat unopened in the garage and in our crawlspace. Here, we have both a basement and a crawlspace and it was loaded. Soon it will be empty because in our new house we have nothing. Just a garage that we’ll be unpacking for years, I suspect.
This is our new mantra. Our new way of life and we don’t expect to be livable for several months. We have so many things to do at the new place and they will take time and money ~ that we will have to save. Bit by bit. I will be working in a construction zone for a while because my office on the ground floor needed some work. But I don’t mind.
As long as I can have my internet up and running, reasonably soon.
Life is going to be fine. I’m feeling better. Marty is, too.
It’s just our little confused and bewildered dogs…
Our Dandies, Lucy and Riley are so upset. I wish they could understand why things are changing in their world, the only world they’ve ever known.
They know something’s up. Their routine is changing.
What they don’t know is that they will be losing their freedom with no enclosed backyard at the new townhouse. What they don’t know is that there’s a huge park across the street and lots of new streets and sidewalks to explore. Quiet streets with lots of trees. They cannot know that they can look forward to taking many more walks. They don’t have the ability to look forward, but that will make them so happy.
If only they knew. But they live in the present. How are they going to survive this move, I wonder.
Continuing this week…