Moving In
Getting out of the closing, I immediately get a call from the movers that they are 30 minutes away. This is followed by a call from the realtor that Trent has not signed one of the papers and must return. He goes back and I race to the house to meet the movers. As I drive I realize 1) it takes 27 minutes to get to the new house, and 2) Trent has the keys to said new house. Having accomplished a lot over the past couple weeks, this does not ruffle me. Sure, I can break into a house in less than 3 minutes. And I do, leaving time to open all the windows and post the floor plan on all doors. As I walk quickly through the house I am a ball of trepidation - what have we done? oh it's not so moldy when we have the windows open, can I possibly be happy here? can I possibly be unhappy here? The movers are a bit pokier and slackish today. Maybe now I am just noticing the behavior. Or maybe I was a bit more praise-ful yesterday. Boxes a...