I bought a house, then I fell off the face of the earth.
Actually, I celebrated my purchase by going to Walt Disney World! I headed south to run a half marathon with 14,000 of my closest friends. It was a blast. I’m hoping to make it an annual event.
But as to where things stand on the house – it’s still mine. I haven’t been out to see it since before I left, and that feels very weird. I wonder if it’s still there! I’m hoping to take off work on Friday and spend some more time moving. I just realized how little time I have to get everything packed up and moved. It’s an overwhelming task.
After closing, I set out to figure out the utilities. And the cable company said the house didn’t exist and the gas company said that I didn’t exist. Got that all figured out. It’s nice to work in a place where I can take a long lunch and run down to a utility company to deal with them in person. So now I have all the bills transferred to my name. Gave notice at the apartment.
Next up is more packing and starting the work to change addresses on everything I can think of. Moving is hard work! I’m hoping this is the last move I make for a while.