I’m writing this post on my phone in an almost completely bare bedroom with spackling on the wall in front of me covering up the many holes Christine drilled there, being the handy Andy that she is; she’s leaving the place better than we found it.
We’ve been alternating several nights separately, staying here and in our new place to make sure our more sensitive cat has time to acclimatize by herself, while not leaving our more spunky one alone for too long. And all of this shuttling back and forth, packing and unpacking, sweeping and spackling, is happening on the hottest weekend this summer while Christine is also house sitting for her sister, so it’s been a whole lot. But I’m just glad to follow her instructions (we watched The LEGO Movie at her sister’s today too, so that’s a deliberate reference); we’ve been doing great thus far.
I’m here tonight because a couple of professional H.U.N.K.S are coming over tomorrow, bright and early, to move five heavy objects out of here and take four others to the junkyard. On the receiving end, a guy’s coming to check our malfunctioning garage door that YouTube showed me how to manually disengage. And if that’s not enough, our new landlord is sending someone to inspect the sprinkler system tomorrow too. It’s going to be a hoot and a half.
But for now, I’m just soaking it all in. It’s just me and Riley here tonight. Tomorrow, she’ll be moving out too. And that will be the last time we call this place home.