Holy crap, I officially have keys to a big old fucking Victorian house. Yes, it’s huge. It’s 5 bedrooms. With a basement. A garden. Near a park. Bathroom and a half. 5 bedrooms, did I mention? And a turret room. A fucking turret room.
Holy crap. Holy crap.
J. and I got a Chipotle lunch to go and just sat up there and had lunch today in this big, gorgeous, empty house. My official move date is the 20th, but we have keys. And a big new stove. And washer/dryer will be delivered the 23rd.
God, this is a big, amazing house. I never dreamed I would live in a house like this, even if it’s just a rental. It’s just… I just can’t believe it. We were sitting up there and I was just… I just couldn’t believe it. It’s amazing.
And it’s all ours! Just the two of us in this big, huge, but amazingly cozy house. I’m in love with this house.
I love my life. I can walk to work.
I can walk to work!
It’s just… I am just utterly stunned at this house. I can’t believe I’ll be living here. I just kept wandering around. I just can’t believe it.
It’s this huge writer’s house. It’s just right for a writer! It’s like where a writer would live! It’s like… it’s a great house.
I realize we’re all in danger of losing everything at any minute. All of us, every one. I know that better than… well, much better than I did before. I totally get that. And it’s why I love the good things so much fucking more now. I could lose them any minute, but this one, wee moment where I have them?
Oh, it is glorious, like summer in Alaska. The most glorious thing in the world, that bright, brilliant summer glory after 8 months of winter.
I have a house!
