They say it takes a year for a house to become a home. I had never heard that before we moved to our present house but it certainly didn’t feel like home when we walked in. As time passed and I walked around the place expecting the old owners to come in and kick us out, I wondered just how true that saying was.
Our previous house was a tiny, cozy thing, just right for two people. By contrast, this house is big and poky, with doors, hallways and stairs everywhere. When I first saw it, I thought it’d be the perfect house for witches to live in–if they used a gas fireplace and needed air conditioning.
We just sold our house and, as demanded by our buyers, we have to exit the residence in a couple of days. It was a fast sale. In fact, we sold our house and bought another one in under 24 hours. It’s the most coffee I have ever drunk in my life.
We wanted to find a home in the city. After years of living in the country, we were ready for amenities, conveniences and people. So, it should come as no surprise that we ended up finding our new home further away in the country than our present one.
It’s a cute little bungalow next to a lake and the Mecca of the mosquito world. It seems every winged insect has chosen to move to our new home to welcome us and tell us how much they love us. We have mosquitoes, black flies, horse flies and every type of bee and wasp. If elephant flies existed, we’d have those too.
While levelling our yard, we encountered rocks the size of small car. We kept them and moved them until they formed a circle hoping the dogs will like them. Since our new home is smaller, we have to get rid of things including furniture and clutter that has somehow accumulated in our basement. We also have to pack. The movers come on Thursday at 8am. Ready or not.
Nuts doesn’t even come close to describing how we’re acting. Maybe headless chickens. Maybe not even that.