Transitioning

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Jun 302011
 

Sunday I moved all my stuff into the new house. It’s nice having all my stuff in the same place, for the first time since October of last year. Most of what I’m unpacking I look at and think, “Cool! I’m so glad that’s still in my life!” There are a few things though that aren’t making the cut, and will be donated.

I’m still trying to find a place for everything in the new house. As well as unpack. It’s a process, and it’s going to take a while, particularly since I am trying to be very thoughtful about it.

I flew to San Francisco this week for the day job. One interesting change — when I came back, the first thing I did was walk out into the backyard and say hello to all the plants there. Though I love my new house, the backyard means just as much, if not more.

I came down with a cold just before I flew out. Am still battling it (and flying really didn’t help my sinuses at all.) I hope to make it to the Clarion West party tomorrow, but it’s really going to depend on whether I’ve passed the hump to mostly well, instead of being mostly sick.

This weekend I have to get my condo ready for sale. New paint on most of the walls, as well as a few minor repairs. I’d like to get it on the market sooner rather than later, but we’ll see. I ran my batteries pretty low before I got sick. I have no reserves at this point.

I hope that each and every one of you has a wonderful 4th this weekend!

 

I honestly haven’t been online a lot — I’ve been too busy packing, organizing, fretting, etc.

I just learned tonight that Joel Rosenberg passed away this month. Joel was one of the first professional writers to take me seriously as a professional writer. I took him out for coffee and he talked the business with me a few times, just when I was getting started, just starting to sell.

I talked with him in passing a few times after that — we never became good friends, just business acquaintances. But he had a very special place in my heart for helping me out, showing me the ropes, as it were.

He will be missed.

 

I signed all of the paperwork for the house last Friday. The sellers sign on Monday, funds are supposed to be released on Wednesday, and I’ll get keys on Thursday. I’m taking next Friday off from the day job — not off work, because I will be working on the house. Sunday is the painting party — if there are any Seattle people who didn’t get the invite but who want to come help paint, consider yourself invited!

I’m going to move in the following weekend, the 25th or 26th. Then I’ll spend July 4th weekend getting my condo ready to sell. (If anyone is looking for an affordable 1-bedroom condo on Capitol Hill, feel free to ping me offline.)

So yes, my brain is currently all house, all the time. As well as packing. Tomorrow I pack up most of the kitchen — just leave a few plates and utensils out. Time to live out of a suitcase, once again.

One of the things I keep thinking about is how though I think I’ll know where I’ll be physically in one year, mentally, emotionally, is a whole other story. And my brain works well in those conditions. It isn’t churn, but there is a kind of tilling going on, digging deep and exposing things. When the dust settles I know I’ll be left with very rich, fertile soil. Or soul, as I’d originally typed it.

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