I’m not really looking to fit in, but I am looking to feel at home. And so begin our lives as transplants.
We woke up in Ohio and stopped in Indiana and Illinois on our way to Missouri. I don’t know what those things are, but I peed on them.
I’m sure one day when Trixie is tired of sun and I’m tired of fresh air and Andy is tired of tacos we will miss home. 🙂 But we haven’t felt at home anywhere for quite some time, so I’m not sure how that will feel.
We met with the landlord and the real estate agent last night about the apartment we liked best so we could see it again and ask questions. They’re drawing up the contract for us and we should move in before the October 1 Founders Day holiday! We are feeling so happy to have our home… Continue reading Apartment update
I was afraid of this, but I wanted to have faith in the options provided… and apparently the school used to hook people up with real estate agents, but that has fallen to the wayside with a larger population. (I’m irritated because I specifically asked about this, but was told that it isn’t necessary. What I didn’t realize was that what would be available would be the equivalent of a room at the Motel 6 after a family of six leaves.
Honestly, it’s disappointing to see the quality of the apartment with which we’ve been provided. From far away it looks okay, but up close, day after day, it’s clearly a polished turd.
The things I leave behind I value differently than the things I take with me. They are not castoffs. I shed them like delicate snakeskin, organizing them into piles of what to give away, what to dispose of, and what to hold on to.
It’s funny (funny peculiar, not funny “haha”) how my days spent languishing in a perpetual pause this summer now feel so far away with the autumn leaves crunching below my feet. “How literary,” I thought yesterday as I hiked on a dirt trail through my favorite local park.