dr_pretentious | Making An Offer On A Charming Cottage

The operative term here is cottage. If our offer leads to our actually living in the Charming Cottage, we'll be a family of four in only slightly more square feet than Dan and I lived in as childless grad students before our first round of homeownership. It'll work out fine--we've had more space than we needed here, and that has led to a vast accumulation of crap we don't use but haven't needed to get rid of until now.

So now I get to get rid of all that. Oh, and pack everything that's left. Hiring movers to pack your stuff for you turns out to be one of those things that's totally worth the money, if you happen to have it. I chose to be a marginally employed freelancer so I could be home with my kids and write fiction--I enjoy that choice every day, but it puts me on the wrong side of the if.

It's less than two weeks to Truck Day, whether we have a new house lined up or not. Everything has to be ready to load on Truck Day. I'm curious about how I'm going to make that happen. Watching my own daily life feels sort of like watching an unfamiliar wild animal on an episode of Planet Earth. If the creature ventures out of its burrow at all, it may do something astonishing.