28 Days

Thanks to Autumn, I thought I'd better catch you up on what's going on.

Well, we found a condo we might be able to get. Expensive, but I think we can do it. Only catch is, we have dogs so we'd have to pay a pet deposit, but I'd do anything not to have to give up my pooches, not that it would be an alternative because I'd sleep on the streets first.

It's in a neighboring town called Chincoteague. Beautiful place. High tech. Your own personal dock. Private balconies, the whole shebang. And a dishwasher! I haven't had a dishwasher since my daughter was born and that was 29 years ago. My, my, my, have I let my lifestyle go by the wayside.

It's not concrete, though...we've not been approved yet. And, if we don't get approved, I don't know what in the heck we're going to do but look again. However, the time clock has started clicking. 28 days left.

Daughter is psyched about it. I had tours going out (my online business) the next day and, on top of that, I was neaseaus. I'm sure it was nerves. I had been pretty much exhausting myself to the point where my body just couldn't take it anymore so she went to look at it by herself. She picked up her dad and he went with her which I thought was nice. In his words, "If it were me, that money would be in their hands today." He liked the dock, I'm sure.

Today, I'm better. As soon as the conversation goes to "moving," I start feeling sick again. But, I'm getting better.

28 days isn't long to find a house and pack up 12 years of accumulated stuff into boxes and work, too. It's really hard. I've taken a break today because tours have gone out, but after work tomorrow, I start back in.

I'm realizing now, though, how bad this house really was. You kind of don't see it if you live in it. Or, you ignore it because you can't do a damn thing about it.

I cleaned out one closet and found out that mice had torn apart precious books I had in a box at the bottom. I knew we had them but when we had the cockadooing chicken running around, we've not had a problem since. However, the damage has been done.

Daughter cleaned out her closet last night and was throwing away a lot of damaged clothing.

But, you know, moving is a cleansing sort of thing. Out with the old and in with the new.

It's 3 a.m. and I have to work in the morning, but I'll let you know what happens. I'll be glad when it's over.

Oh! I'm going to Feng Shui everything! It's going to be a total living space makeover!

So that will be something to look forward to. Cross your fingers for me and pray they accept our application because it's nothing worse than not knowing where you're going to call home.