I'm so excited, and I just can’t hide it, I’m about to lose
control and I think I like it. More song
lyrics, with thanks to The Pointer Sisters, but the song definitely
applies. After all the waiting. After all the disappointments. After all the delays and when I least
expected it, I received notice late this afternoon, on a Friday no less, my
house is ready. I finally have set dates and can go into overdrive for
planning. March 7, 2016 is my completion
date and I get to move into my new house on March 8, 2016 any time after 12:30
PM.
Now the frenzy begins.
I have done a great deal of prep work, but most of the stuff I need to
do now can be done because I finally have a firm date. I can buy my bed and ensure it is delivered
on the 8th, so I will have a place to sleep on the first night. I can order furniture and have it delivered,
because I have a firm date. I can send
out change of addresses, because I have a firm date.
I have to set up an appointment with my lawyer to complete
all the paperwork and I have to firm up the date for the movers. I have to arrange transfer of my utilities
and get a new phone number. Oh my god,
for a while there it seemed like I had forever to complete all these things and
now they are right on top of me. It’s a
scary but joyous time.
There’s been a few times that I have felt this kind of
excitement in my life. Just before the
births of my three children ranks right up there at this level, well actually a
level way above this. Just before the
purchase of my first house, coincidentally a townhouse as well. I know there is others, but I’m in such a
tizzy right now, I can’t think straight.
I’m sure it’s going to ramp up to a new level on March 8.
It comes two days short of the anniversary of entering the
Police Academy some 41 years ago on March 10, 1975. It will be also two days short of my buddy
Toby’s 10th birthday. It will
be quite a present and exciting for him that day as well, moving into a new
home. Not counting time at the cabin,
this will be his 4th home, two of which are his forever homes with
me. He spent his first 9 months in the
home where he was neglected, 6 weeks in a shelter and then forever with me.
The words are just jumbling together as they try and get out
of my head and onto this page. Hopefully
this entry is making at least a little bit of sense, but the wait is over. Well at least the initial wait, I still have
to wait another 10 days or so, but the excitement and relief is real. Yahoo!!!
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