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I'm back, part two

First, thank you all for such a warm welcome. It made remember part of why I blog and how much comments make me smile.
And whoops, if you were fast enough you found this entry as one line when I hit the wrong computer key. Now, lets finish the post....
karent: you know you're right! It DOES need an iguana! I'm going to have to find one and applique it on the corner. If I'm going there, I may as well go all the way.
Wendy: I've taken peeks at your new apartment (remember, I said I was still cyberstalking youse guys - had to say it: you ARE in NJ). LOOOOOVE your view. Are you in Jersey City? I spent a couple of months there a few years ago. I liked it, it was an improving town and very vibrant. Our company built the light rail there and we still operate it (that's why I was there - auditing the jobs). I hope you're enjoying your new digs, I know I am.
And a word (or 2...) about our move. 3 years ago we put our house in Detroit on the market and rented a townhouse in NoVA. Thinking our house would sell we rented furniture (ick) and moved in sparsely. A year later the lease was up and the house was still ours. So we found a smaller apartment in Old Town, hoofed it to Ikea and The Room Store and set up housekeeping. While standing in line with 4 carts of build-it-yourself furniture my phone rang. It was my son, "MOM! I think we sold the house!" Timing is everything, is it not? So 2 years ago, in May, we closed on the sale, moved my son to an apartment in Detroit, packed up most of our house to storage and some to the apartment (are you still with me here?) And started looking for a house in NoVA. Then our office moved to Columbia, MD. So we started a torturous commute and house hunting in MD. Insert a few family disasters and a picky husband and coming to grips with housing prices in the DC area and another year goes by. We finally found a house that I love and he likes. We jumped through more hoops than circus poodle for the mortgage company and closed mid May. Moving day comes and hubby gets a call from the guys unloading the storage unit: "um, it looks like there was a water leak sometime, lots of mold..." Over all, not as bad as could be. Lost 2 living room chairs, the kitchen table, LOTS of books (including a few my son had that were special and signed by the author), some linens and Christmas decorations. We DIDN'T loose anybody, the family photos, most of our furniture, or even our sanity. But yesterday was spent in the garage fully assessing the damage and disposing of losses, washing some items and separating out the good, the bad and the ugly. It was a hard day.
Soooo, we had dinner in a tree house. Not really - it's a restaurant in Ellicott City built onto the side of the hill that climbs up and lots of trees. So you're outside overlooking the town in the trees. Feels like you're in a tree house. And you've had a butt workout getting there.
So now I'm off to plant a few flowers and haul stuff out of the garage and into the basement that has become a mess.
Sorry, no pics. When I find my camera cable, perhaps I'll entertain you with snap of moldy chairs and books. I know you're looking forward to it.

5 comments:

  1. Spare me, I have my own basement full of moldy books I can go down and look at. There's likely a chair or two down there. And an LLBean boot, because I only have the one up here and haven't seen the other since I last moved. If you need pics for your post, I could send some along. I think they are interchangable :) . Tree house sounds fun! K

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  2. You must be thrilled to finally have a place to settle in! The new sewing suite is way cool--with a fridge and bathroom, you could hide out for days!

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  3. a ha ha, I am posting on your blog at the same time my DH is reading your comment on my blog to me (follow that?)
    So yeah let's meet up sometime.
    Congrats on getting into the new home and having your stuff back where it belongs (with you).

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  4. You have been through quite an ordeal--shees! I hope things settle down for you soon. See your son through his surgery, get back home, and may start to live normally again. Best wishes.

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