We are moving! I am excited and terrified!

It is a whirlwind in my brain. Don't get me wrong, I'm psyched. I can feel this will be good for us. There is just so much to be done. Where will we live? Where will I work? What about all our crap?

What about the house?

As a lot of you know, we just completed a pretty major renovation of our home, so it makes absolutely no sense to sell it. So we have to rent it. To strangers. Who may or may not know that there is a no chocolate pudding rule in all areas with the new white berber carpet. Who may use candles irresponsibly.
Who may think the Clematis that is perhaps the most beautiful example I have ever seen, is a weed and yank it out of the ground. Who may not love our little house like we do.

We have inhaled plaster and lathe and blown black snot for the betterment of our home. It has kept us safe and warm and now we must leave it behind. I take some comfort knowing that it will still be ours, even if people who don't quite appreciate it the same way, are the ones who get to live there.

Of course, the biggest fear is that no one will want to live there. And it will sit empty, demanding mortgage payments and insurance premiums from our dwindling bank accounts. Because even though we love our house, and see it's potential as a contributing member of the family, we also realize that it could also be a mooch. And just sit there, do nothing, and cost us precious income.


And Tdog’s already got that job.