Where we last left off (possibly where we last left off, anyway; I can't be bothered to go back and look right now, showing me new lows within the depths that encompass my laziness), the inspector had come and gone, emailed us a 73 page document that we were instructed to read in full (and which, by golly, I did) after which we knew that the cast iron plumbing was rotting and the chimney needed help in a multitude of ways and the knob and tube wiring in the attic was live... which is maybe illegal? I don't remember.
As you may recall, we are attempting to buy this house from a cold, soulless bank who does not care if a property of theirs burns down around us as slowly asphyxiate in our beds. Because of this we assumed that we would be stuck fixing absolutely everything, large and small, that needs fixing in this house. But lo and behold, miracles do occur, and they fixed the wiring and put a new liner in the chimney (or something chimney related- I'm finding through this process that I know zilch about chimneys). They did this for reasons that I believe I will be able to divulge after our closing date but not before. How will you ever sleep at night between now and June 10?
This gif could also be used to illustrate around 40% of my mental state when contemplating this move. Things are very jittery up in here.
We're down to T-13 days until we leave Iowa. We're sad, but also ready to stop feeling like we're half in one place, half in another, not really belonging in either. Caedmon and Adelaide have both had to tour schools they will never attend (upper elementary for C, high school for A because the 8th graders will be there next year as the district does construction on the middle school). All their friends are talking about the various fun summer plans they're making together which is normal, and natural, but not so enjoyable to listen to when you will be around for none of them. I'm working on registering the kids for school in a different state, which is time-consuming but necessary. Thankfully much of this is now online, so I can at least get the first few steps done remotely.
People keep asking me how the packing is going, but I haven't been packing. Like, at all. The movers are packing our things on June 5th and loading them onto a truck on the 6th, so I don't think I need to pack anything else at this point- we packed a ton of crap away just getting the house ready to sell- but I'm getting increasingly jittery (see above gif), thinking that there must be something I'm forgetting I need to do. At random times of day I'll suddenly dive for pen and paper or for my phone to use the Notes app, remembering that I need to get the oil changed on the van before we drive out to CT, and I need to put the giant saw in the shed on the swap page, I need to call and put an end date on our garbage service and water and who knows what all else.
Oh, I know- I'll just ignore all of it and continue this (so far fantastic) book! Maybe everything else will go away on its own?
Good news on the house. I can only imagine what it is like living in Iowa with one foot in CT. Good luck with all the last minute stuff.
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