That's right. Picture me rooting through cupboards as Andrew asks me where anything is. "I don't know. I never lived here..." is something I find myself saying far too often.
Because I never lived here.
We moved in with my parents.
It's temporary I repeat to myself and to them because it is. We invaded their space.. all five of us. That's the four of us plus the little one that I still care for.. for just a few more weeks. Because we're making changes everywhere in our life and I will feel that freedom very soon.
Our house sold in one fabulous day. That house had been closing in on me for years and the minute we decided to sell, everything started changing for the better. We closed on it today and walking through those empty rooms felt ninety percent good and ten percent strange. We get the keys to our new home in a little over a month. Of course then we're going to renovate the hell out of it because that's what you do when you're us and you buy a thirty year old house in the somewhat country.
So long suburbia, hello space. I can't wait to meet you.
Until then, we're sleeping in a double bed in the basement where I inevitably steal all the covers and where our remaining cat has permanently sequestered herself.
There's a stack of design magazines threatening the main floor and all of it has me so damn excited.
As for blogging. I'm back.