We’re moving, you see. The date is September 1.
Location-wise, this place is less than a block away from our old one, which allows us to stay in our retirement community neighborhood and remain the youngest couple on the grid. I like that.
The decision to move was an absolute no-brainer. I’m not going to ramble on about the upgrades and whatnot, just assume that everything in the new place is probably bigger and better than everything in the old place. The damage? Less than $50 a month more than our old loft. Scandal!
And get this, full basement. I’m already shopping around for pool tables and tiki bars.
The place used to be inhabited by a retired widow who decided to up and move to a smaller place in her old age. She took amazing care of it; although we’ll have to spend hundreds to remove the ‘old lady’ smell from the carpeting. These particular locations seldom open up, so we jumped on the first chance to rent something that at least vaguely resembled an actual house.
We have a yard! A yard that I don’t have to mow!
This will be the view from my kitchen window. I’ve never had a kitchen window before.
Me and the Missus have a lot of work to do up until that point. We’ve already hired movers to haul over our bigger items, and we’re taking a week off of work to properly settle in thereafter. We’re shopping for a new bed, and are looking into creative ways to make the basement rock properly. I can assure you that once we’re all set up, I’ll throw the mother of all housewaming parties, and you won’t even have to bring gifts.
Until then, I’ll be watching The Burbs and carefully packing boxes.
What do you have to say about it? Sound off in the comments section, and enjoy your Monday.