Guess what? We settled on a moving week! Which is super scary and stressful and awesome because (1) wow the beginning of June is very soon and (2) I have a work trip and 12837 things to do before that June week shows up. Can I be honest here? All of a sudden at age 30, I feel like an adult. Who owns a grown up home. With a kitchen renovation in the works. (Hold the phone, wait, what?) Still trying to process this. I mean at this point the new house is 50% dust, 50% moving boxes, and a bed. And it drives my anxious brain into overdrive.
Related: somehow the home we currently live in is exactly the same, but more like 50% dog hair tumbleweed, 50% moving boxes, and a bed.
But you know what makes all of this chaotic transition really worth it? Despite the mess inside, our new home is finally amazingly and blessedly feeling real. It’s about 2 hours from where we currently live (HI country life!) so we can’t visit the house on a daily basis. But the trips we take and the time we spend there is pure contentment. And it just makes me so happy that… 5 years, 2 apartments, and a teeny rental home later… feeling settled and putting down roots is right around the corner.
This whole home owning adult thing? It’s pretty cool.
