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.