Several weeks ago, Phil and I flew down to North Carolina, and found a small house for rent in an older, tree-filled neighborhood, within walking distance of lots of shops, cafes, and parks. Knowing where we're going to be living makes the transition easier; it gives me a place to visualize, to mentally decorate with our stuff, and to call home.
And it's encouraged me to start compiling a mental list of things I AM looking forward to in North Carolina:
- Central air (it's been a really hot, sticky past week)
- A dishwasher (my current dishwasher, Phil, is great, but sometimes a bit ornery)
- A dog (Phil and I both have been waiting a long time--six years since Connor!--to live some place that will let us have a dog. A new best friend is one of our first priorities)
- A back porch (I love the idea of writing outside, and our new porch has a great view. Plus, no creepy, too close neighbors!)
- A house that's all our own, with no shared walls (see above hint regarding our current neighbor)
The move is in July. Once it gets closer, I'll probably go on another blog hiatus, and my Twitter feed will be an endless string of stress and frustration (lucky readers!). But in the meantime, strangely, I'm counting the days.
How do you deal with big changes in your life?