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Monday, November 16, 2009

I’m Leavin’ On a Jet Plane, Don't Know When I'll Be Back Again

Okay, actually I’m not. I’m driving in a UHaul, but same deal. “All my bags are packed and I’m ready to go…” And the DH and I are moving to places unknown.



You see, while we may have sold our house and purchased another, the new abode isn’t expected to be ready for habitation until the daffodils bloom. Yeah, that’s a little while from now considering we’re still in the season of mums and pumpkins.

So where are we going to live ‘til then? See I thought you’d ask, but unfortunately, I can’t tell you. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. Or that I’m scared you’re gonna go all Single White Female and start following me in stilettos (well, not entirely because of that).

It’s that I promised “Those Who Will House Me Until Then” that I will not blog about the experience. At least, not directly. ‘Cause you know, they’ve got friends who peruse this blog and it might make for awkward dinner party conversation if they’re like “Hey, I read you left the water running!” Some people just value their privacy more than us bloggers. Weird, I know.

But I will tell you this: a) there are no potholes where I’m going; b) my cat will like the views from the windows; c) there is a cleaning lady; d) it will significantly cut my DH’s commute to work.

I’ll try to slip in some more clues about my undisclosed hidden location as time goes on. And, of course, I’ll post pictures of the new house when there’s more to show you then studs and electrical wires. Not that our studs aren’t awesome. The DH is already very excited about the formation of the ceiling beams (I’m not joking).

And I also have to give a huge shout out (yes, I said that) to everyone who helped us move our unfathomable pile of stuff yesterday. Our awesome neighbors loaded every single box from our house into the moving truck! This was unplanned. They all had other things to do on an unseasonably warm 70 degree Sunday afternoon. But when they saw our moving truck pull up, they came out to volunteer a hand. How nice are they? Seriously. I will miss these people.

Also, thanks to my brother who carried a leather chair and a television set down three flights of steps. And thanks to Jen, Craig, Krav, and Matt for unloading the UHaul. And of course thanks to “Those Who Will House Me Until Then” for, you know, housing us…until then.

POP CULTURE RANT: DVR Countdown
While we’ve moved all of our stuff, we technically don’t settle on the house until Friday. So we’re squatting in our Philly residence with nothing but a bed and a tiny kitchen television until then. This means we have four days to watch everything saved on our DVR. Because once we go to “Those Who Will House Me Until Then,” we will lose our cable box. So here’s hoping we find time to watch half a season of Mad Men, most of 30 Rock, the Office, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and everything else we’ve got stored to capacity. The outlook doesn’t look good.

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