InnerTeub

So I’ve been hesitating throwing this out to the Internet, because it seems like there are so many different ways things like this can go wrong, but um, my house? The one I love so much and never want to leave? Is under contract.

Assuming all goes according to plan* the new owners will close on November 19th. Like, you know, in 19 days.

(*don’t fuck with me here, Universe: I’m fragile right now. Let’s stick with the plan, mmmkay?)

So! “What are our plans?” I hear you asking. I’m so glad you did! I cannot wait to tell you about them!

Except for: we have no plans.

Correction: we have about five different plans, all with moving parts, and all somewhat slightly out of our control. But for right now, the most current plan is: I stay in DC through December 4th, at which point I head up to New York for my grandmother’s 90th birthday party. Immediately following that party, I tuck tail and run myself and the dog back to Minnesota, where we will live out the age-old dream of moving back in with one’s parents.

Well, that’s slightly unfair. My parents are quite awesome, we get along great, and I’ve actually been wishing for a few years now that I lived closer to them. To be honest, I’m slightly concerned that when I go to *leave* their house I’m going to be all “Mommy don’t make me  leeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaavvve”

But anyway: good fences make good neighbors and all that, and I find myself thrilled that I have parents who will both take me *and* kick me out again.

So! I’ll kick around Minnesota for a month or so (Moving to Minnesota in December: I’ve made smarter decisions, y’all), waiting for Mike to finish up some D.C. based USMC stuff, and from there we’ll move forward on one of a few plans, which could include going to California for USMC stuff or going to Colorado for other USMC stuff. Colorado is where we are looking to end up at the end of this go round, and I look very forward to getting there and settled at some point.

It is about this point where I give a million thanks to my current job, which can be done remotely, which allows for a lot of this shuffling around and plan-lessness. I still have to travel for work, but for the most part I am confining my whereabouts to cities with major airports, so it’s all doable.

Things I am worried about, regardless of likelihood of occurrence, in no particular order:

• Being lonely once I leave the city I’ve lived in for almost 12 years
• My job unexpectedly imploding, making current plan of “homelessness” much less convenient
• Going slightly crazy as a homebody who is without home
• Having everything I own in storage for an unknown number of months, and only realizing once it’s too late that I’ve packed THE ONE THING I cannot live without
• Disliking Colorado.
• Up-ending our entire lifestyle in large part to raise our kids the way we want … and discovering that we are unable to have children
• Minnesota winter killing my will to live

Hmm. That list is actually slightly worrisome, but I should stress that I have no real reason to think any of those things will come to pass (except for the one about packing whatever it is I need, because, I mean: come on. That is so going to happen), and the good things resulting from this move are very good indeed. So, on the balance, though I’m sad about leaving the known and comfortable, I’m excited about taking steps to get us both closer to the life we’ve planned for and talked about.