i know this is suppossed to be all about running...but sometimes other stuff gets in the way. it is running that will keep me sane over the next six months.
kevin and i have long dreamed of our...dream home. what we'd really like to do to this old house that was built back in 1946 or thereabouts. we're not going anywhere, we love this town, we love the ocean. and, one day about a year ago, i realized we're not getting any younger either. the kids are self supporting, we have decent incomes, it's now or never.
words are just so easy!
reality, now sitting in front of our house, comes in the form of a PODS (Portable On Demand Storage.) reality is boxes and boxes of stuff. reality is recycling and garbage...and what is garbage? how much of the last 30+ years do we just haul off to the dump? turns out, lots of it. seriously, who cares about crap you've kept since high school? reality is that we have only three more nights to sleep in this house. reality is, that come Monday, this house will have it's guts ripped out. reality is that we'll be living across the street and three doors down in a house that hasn't been updated since the early 50's. reality is some major stress right now.
but reality also means our cat Ashley won't be totally transplanted. reality is that my running routes won't change. reality is that we can watch the phoenix of our new home emerge from the rubble of the old. reality is cheaper rent than most people pay to live in PG.
the countdown begins...and then there is the yard sale this weekend.
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