Our New Home

 

And we love it.  :-)

I’m finally home

It’s been over a month, and I’m finally home. Housesitting has come to an end, for now.

Honestly, I was less than thrilled to be coming back home. I mean, come on. Let’s be honest. I had an entire house to myself, only two dogs to take care of that didn’t give me ANY trouble at all, I could leave dishes in the sink overnight if I wanted to, and I had people over at strange hours of the night. It was awesome.

But…when I returned home, RM#1 told me that RM#2 has gone to France for three months to shoot a movie. Yay for him!

So what do two girls do on a Monday night without a guy around? We go to the local bar for drinks and a burger.

Tomorrow night, we’re going to the Sugarland concert.

If you’re not following me on Twitter or Instagram, you should be! Otherwise, you’ll have to wait until I blog about it to hear all the juicy details.

How much trouble can two girls get into at a country concert? Stay tuned… *wink wink*

House color: good vs. bad

Here are pictures of the house. Isn’t the color horrible? RM#1 doesn’t think it’s so bad. I, however, disagree.

 

It is what it is, I guess. I’m fortunate to have this house to live in, so I’ll just keep my mouth shut and be grateful.  :-)

Moving.

Ugh.

RM#1 and I are renters of the house we live in. Today, she gets a phone call from the owner saying they’re coming by today with a realtor to put up a For Sale sign. Um, what? People are going to be coming in and out of our house during the day? Are you kidding me???????? Heck no. Not gonna happen. No sir re.

RM#1 had a realtor of her own, as she was looking to buy her first home recently. After what she considers a “bad experience”, she fired her realtor and hasn’t been looking for houses since. As far as I know.

I don’t know why I got instantly stressed. Is it because I might need to move quicker than I had planned? Is it because I know for certain I can’t move all this stuff myself? I should be looking at it with a completely different set of eyes.

I can start over in a completely different place. New place, new people, new start in life. Life can be so different, if I allow it to.  :-)

I wanted the next time I had to move, to be so different. I can’t tell you what I mean about that, but know that this, wasn’t how I wanted things to end.

Stay tuned…we’ll see where this story goes in a few days.