Last night, as I kept relocating the crawling baby out of the kitchen, and redirecting a bored kid to do something, anything, but stand under my feet while I'm cooking, I did what I've been doing quite a bit lately.
I thought, I can't wait.
My husband and I start a lot of sentences with, "In the new house..." I'm not so naive as to think that the new house won't have it's own set of issues. But the looking forward makes me think that even the witching hours after naptime, but before bedtime, which must encompass dinner and baths and hopefully some quality time will be somehow better.
There are so many things about the new house that keep my excitement levels up, that keep me from finding the most mundane tasks tedious. Scan and email these documents to the title company? Sure! Call the bank, again, to confirm a tiny aspect of our loan has been handled and wait on hold until the right person can handle my call? Love to!
I recognize that there are things, a lot of them, that I'll miss about this house, our first home. I love this neighborhood. I grew up not five minutes from here and I know my way around. I have good friends here, and I that didn't happen overnight. My book club is throwing me a going away-ish party and I want to scream, "But I'm not leaving! You can't get rid of me!" The truth is, I have every intention of still staying in my book club. I'm not moving that far. But I won't be just around the corner anymore, it's true. In this house I can hear and see downstairs, quite easily from upstairs. Not so much in the new house. The new house is new construction and our home is part of the first phase of this particular development. This means that we'll be dealing with construction on the homes immediately surrounding ours for about a month, and construction in the neighborhood for a while.
All the same, I can just barely contain my excitement. It's a brand new house in a neighborhood I love. It's a neighborhood I'll know just as well as I know this one someday. And, there's a Trader Joe's just around the corner. Is there anything that can't be made better by a little sparkling lemonade and some Joe's O's?