For anyone who reads this blog but is not on Facebook, allow me to catch you up. After 15 years in our house, we decided to move. Reason #1 is to live somewhere with an improved green to concrete ratio, and #2 is to get rid of our unwieldy mortgage.
We spent much of June and July prepping the house for sale, including minor repairs, and packing up about half of our stuff in order to stage the house. We even got rid of our giant sofa which was looking pretty shabby. I have to say, I don't normally miss things, but I have been missing that beast. It was so very comfy. Instead, I have my trusty old butterfly chair to sit and read in. Anyway, after everything was made spic and span, we put the house on the market at the end of July. The video tour is still available, by the way. About a week later, we had eight offers, all above asking. It was as tough choice, but went with the highest bidder who also happen to be very nice people.
With that step out of the way, we turned our attention to finding our new home in the Boulder Creek area. Well, as timing and numbers would have it, this part of the proceedings may take longer than we had hoped. Our price range is fairly narrow, and with a population of just under 5,000 people, Boulder Creek simply has fewer offerings from which to choose.
Although we negotiated a two-month rent back, that just isn't enough time, and so we will end up moving twice. Finding a short-term lease that will allow cats and is also affordable is a little like trying to find that eighth day of the week. Lucky for us, my parents have generously offered their carriage house. That's right: as I near my 42nd birthday, I'll be moving back in the with folks. Rite of passage? An artist thing? I don't know, but that's what's going on.
So now we are in the second phase of packing, deciding what will go with us to our studio/loft accomodations, and what will go into storage. As George Carlin might say, we are taking a smaller version of our stuff with us, and hope we don't get in the way of my parents' shit. Hopefully, I will be able to enjoy this new, simplified style of living, just as I have enjoyed the decluttered living in a staged house. Then, when we get around to unpacking everything else, I can get of even more stuff. Ever the optimist, I am. As long as Charles and the kitties are happy, and I can still make jewelry, I'll be fine. It will be an adventure no matter what.
Awww, Pop's losin' the cave for a while, huh?
Posted by: Le Jua | September 19, 2013 at 09:46 PM