Last Saturday morning I woke up with every intention of building a house on the mountain in Soddy and making this rental house our home for the next 11 months.
Last Monday, we officially accepted a(counter) offer to buy a house already built in the land of civilization.
That’s right. In just under 5 weeks we are set to close on a new house. Meaning we have to move all our stuff again much sooner than we anticipated. I don’t think we’ll have a lot of volunteers to help us out after how awful the last move was, but since almost everything is still in boxes, we’re very likely to pay and have some one come move it for us.
The house we chose checks almost everything off the list I was compiling for the house we planned to build. The two main things missing were one level living and a separate office space. But it’s hard to argue with two small things when all the other things are already there. (Free standing tub, master on main level, 3 bedroom + bonus room, good sized kitchen with gas drop-in range, lots of light, decent yard for the dogs and kids..etc. OH! And pretty much everything is already painted gray 😉 ) The other good things include a great location that makes it easy to get Colette to school and Cory to work, a good neighborhood for Colette and Rosalie to possibly have playmates, as well as a community pool that we don’t have to maintain.
Of course, everything could still go wrong and we end up not getting the house for some reason. But at the moment the offer is accepted and the lender has our entire life in financial documents and underwriting is currently happening.
My brain is having a hard time settling in one place these days. From impending baby, moving and packing (again), birth, new furniture, selling furniture we don’t want to take with us, birth again, having a newborn, moving with a newborn, window treatments… the list goes on and on and generally recirculates back to birthing a child and having a newborn during all of this.
Occasionally I can catch it and remind myself that we can take our time. It lasts for about 30 minutes and then I remember that settling in slowly isn’t in my blood. I want everything put away as quickly as possible so I can get back to a routine.
Well, now I’m exhausted and it’s only 10:45 am.
I’ve pretty much transitioned all my tasks at work, so things are going slowly there. I feel like I’m just monitoring my email in the event something crazy happens. It’s nice to have the time to just kind of sit down and take it easy though. (Even though sitting in a chair is quite uncomfortable these days.)
I believe I’m just ready to get this baby show on the road. I don’t think Rosalie shares the same sentiments. Sometimes I’m certain she’s going to claw her way out at any second, but most of the time I think she wants to be just like Colette and wait 9 days post-due date to make an arrival.
Rosalie… Another week is fine. After that I’m sending an eviction notice.