The past four months have been a whirlwind. I left the early education world behind, got signed to a my dream agency, somehow stumbled upon a tai chi instructing position...we went on a cross-country road trip, found the house of our dreams (and closed on it), and proceeded to spend the next few months working around the clock on our micro-renovations, doing everything from running cables and wires to priming and painting. We finally moved in, only to prepare the house in a backbreaking two weeks. Granted, that deadline was more or less by our own making, but still. We finalized everything, got the house in (mostly) working order, had a wonderful time at our housewarming party...
And now what?
Now, we move from finalizing the house to finalizing the apartment. Thanks to a lease-breaking policy that I can only describe as draconian, we have our apartment until the middle of November. On the one hand, it's been nice: we have been able to close down the apartment at our own leisure. We've been able to use the gym and the pool at the apartment.
On the other hand, it's frustrating. Mortgage payments have started, which means we've been paying mortgage and rent payments. And, after downright hemorrhaging money with painters and exterminators and movers (and mortgage people who like to up the closing costs on us last minute, for no real reason. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that they had the best rates, we would've dropped them like a bad habit), the last thing we want to do is pay rent on an apartment that we don't even live in anymore.
But, unfortunately, it is what it is. And so our next project is closing out the apartment. Two years in an apartment, and you realize just how much damage you do to an apartment. We have screws and anchors to dig out and nail holes to spackle. We have walls that technically need a cleaning (but will just get a touch of paint instead). Our goal is to finish the apartment by the end of the week, let them know at the exact last moment (since like hell they are getting the apartment to rent out to other people while we are still paying rent), and finally wash our hands of the leasing company.
And then? Hopefully I'll be snagging a few more tai chi classes. And I'll be hitting the ground running (literally), as the Marathon is a month and a half. And hopefully I'll finally be able to spend more than a passing glance at my latest manuscript. And after that? Maybe an actual little bit of routine?
Nah, kid. Life is better when it's constantly upside down.