A week from Sunday I will have spent an entire day and night in my new place. I'm moving from a swank, hepcat pad in the shadows of skyscrapers and drawn from stuff of bachelorette heaven to a small house in a rugged landscape and I couldn't be happier at the prospect. I know just what I'm going to plant around the base of the house and where. I have new friends, dear ones in my new town. I've spent some time there by now, but the first time I visited, it felt like home. No expressway noise. No arena traffic. No more... well, I could go on all day, couldn't I? Suffice to say this little town, Elsewhere, is wonderful in ways to which Dallas could never aspire.
I admit I'm anxious, but I'm excited beyond measure.
Before high school, my folks moved us from Arkansas to a Dallas suburb. I now have a new appreciation for the boldness that took on my parents' part to change everything and make a go of shifting us all to this strange state. [I'm so glad they did.] During my adult life I've moved distances of 30 or 40 miles within the Dallas area, but I've never picked up and moved 4 or 5 times that many, so this is a big deal for me. This will be a very big adventure, and though I expect it will have its challenges, I know it's going to be the very best thing I've done for myself in a great long while.
My soon-to-be house is small, but it's plenty big enough for me and the pups, and I can afford it. (no more common walls. YAYS!) There's a nice little room at the back which will be great for my indoor plants and for my studio stuff. I'll probably put in a storm door at the back with a doggie flap for the hellpups. There's a shed at the back which I think will be great for my torch work. There's a garage for LouLou and a storm cellar, since I'm moving to pure-dee tornado country. Note to self: set up renter's insurance.
I'll have a dining room where I'll put the Beetlejuice bookcase, and in my mind it's all arranged. It's going to be fabulous. Did I mention I'm just a leetle bit excited?
So this post is by way of apology for whatever spazzery litters this space over the course of the next week. There may be 50 posts, or there may be 3. Or aubergine.
I cannot be responsible. Anyhoo. I'm really, rilly happy. Love ya, darlings!
Please get here soon, Saturday?