Archive | February, 2014

Butterflies again, and it’s not about a boy

27 Feb

porch swingTomorrow may well be life changing. You see, there’s this house. Small and rickety and just waiting to be given some love and attention by two new tenants, seeking a new life. It means moving to another town, farther from BD than where we are now. It means renting again, and dealing with landlords, and also letting out our apartment and dealing with tenants. It means living in a house for the first time in my life, which excites me but also scares me to death – what if I get mice, or worse, a snake? What if someone creepy comes into my yard? What if things keep breaking and it’s too much work to take care of?

Tomorrow I meet the landlords. I’m going to impress their socks off. I’m going to be brave and sign a lease all on my own, and move in, and get a really good exterminator to make sure I get as few unwanted guests as possible in the yard.

I’ve already found really good daycare for my Boy. I have parents and sisters and friends living nearby. And there’s a fantastic coffee place just a short walk away. The house itself isn’t big, but it’s more than enough for the two of us. There’s a tiny living room, a decent sized kitchen and two big sunny bedrooms that will be just wonderful to wake up in every morning. There’s no bathtub, just a shower – that will definitely be an adjustment. But the gorgeous little front yard, and the enormous backyard, where tea will be sipped on a porch swing, barbeques will be hosted on sunny Saturday mornings, and playhouses will be built, where my Boy will play with his new neighborhood friends – these will all make up for the practical showers that are about to replace our bath time ordeals.

It’s going to be great, I think. As long as the contract is fair and the landlords seem reasonable. And as long as I don’t chicken out…

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