So yes, it’s been a little quiet around these parts lately. You could say that we’ve been rather busy. That’s apart from healing up from my pine cone encounter that threw me over the handlebars of my bike and covered large bits of my body with road rash and bruises, and working with the body shop to clear all the headlight and pre-collision system malfunction codes after they fixed the physical stuff, ticking off a big bucket list thing by catching Willie Nelson live in town, and getting the girls ready to go back to school next week.

We kind of did a thing – a big, giant major thing.

Two Sundays ago, on a lark, we decided to take a look at a house for sale, just a little southeast of the house we bought twenty-five years ago, just before we got married.

We liked it. It was solid, well-built, and filled a lot of the needs we’d been having for years. For one, it was twice the size. Secondly, it had been freshly updated with some very nice modern conveniences, and third, it was twice this size, so we wouldn’t be tripping over each other like we’d been doing for years.

We’d recently redone the living room and updated the appliances in the little green cape cod that has been our starter home for the last two and a half decades, and decided that doing that to the rest of the house with five full-sized people living in it wasn’t something we would retain our sanity while attempting. I’d started tentatively digging into the idea of selling our “needs a lot of work” place to an investor/flipper, over the last couple of months, and while the idea seemed at least somewhat realistically possible, it was largely aspirational.

In any case, I now sit here, two and half weeks later, in a new house a mile or two away from our old one, surrounded by boxes, having sold the old place to an investor, for a quite a bit more money than I’d initially predicted, on Wednesday after having it on the market for less than 48 hours, ten days prior, and waiting for the title/settlement people to finish all the paperwork and finalize this new place we’re currently squatting in.

Three weeks ago, this whole sort of idea was a pleasant fantasy, but now the biggest hassles (selling the old place, moving all our stuff) are over and apart from being a little impatient with the paperwork, we’re living in a much larger, much nicer house that checks the boxes to clear a lot of deficiencies we’ve been dealing with for way too long.

This isn’t to say that the last three weeks haven’t been some of the most stressful in living memory, and I don’t look forward to doing this sort of thing again any time soon, but we’re getting through it, and I think things are going to work out for the best.

Here’s to hoping, anyway. Bring on the paperwork.