moving moving
Man oh man, I’m gonna miss this house. I had every intention of staying here at least another year (another 2? another 5?). But reality has a way of imposing itself. That’s realtor speak for “the market has shifted.”
One thing’s for sure though: it’s gonna be great to get a fresh start with these same people. It’s just a matter of finding that next great house and pulling it all off.
There are some strong prospects, I’ve got high hopes, but reality insists on paperwork and run-arounds and verification and frankly, I think it insists on teamwork.
So we’re not in bad shape.
It feels like a big family move, except without a clear process, without a leader and with (delicious, often local) beer and a few more bikes than the average american household.
All this, among one thing or another has contributed to one hell of a February.
Hello March. Now come on April.
