Moving On

Most of the country is, of course, preoccupied with election returns, but I’m far too distracted to pay any sort of attention. I got a call on Friday from my realtor. We had made an offer on a house literally weeks ago. I mentally moved in and completely redecorated the place, but since the seller seemed intent on playing some sort of sick cat-and-mouse game, pitting us against another bidder, I wrote the place off, mentally packed up my imaginary boxes, and proceeded to torture myself by pretending to live in at least two other houses I’ve seen since then.

But about this call on Friday: Evidently the other buyer on that long-ago house also got tired of the seller’s gamesmanship and pulled out of negotiations. Suddenly we could have it—at our original price—if we still wanted it.

That was Friday. I had both an inspector and a contractor at the place on Saturday morning—and accomplishing that small miracle of scheduling serves, I feel, as an affirming omen about my future at this place. Furthermore, these professionals didn’t find anything catastrophic, only the problems which my realtor and I had already spotted on our previous visits. Those problems are too many to list, but none of them appear to be beyond the repair budget that we had figured into the deal. Long story short? We close a week from Thursday. I’ll be moving in as soon as the place is minimally habitable—probably soon after Thanksgiving.

This is a bittersweet development and stage of life. After 25 years, my husband and I will be living apart. I don’t wish him ill, but I can’t continue in the circumstances that I’ve been enduring for too many years. Ironically, the only hope that things will ever change is if I move out and force him to decide if we are to pull together or pull apart. Otherwise, it will just be the status quo until death us to part, and I just can’t face that possibility.

I am, however, terribly excited about the new possibilities of this place, be they temporary or permanent. Unfortunately, I’m unable to share that excitement around any of my family at the risk of hurting someone important. But I’ll tell you all here. I am. Excited. I hope some of you can be excited for me.


11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Margaret
    Nov 06, 2012 @ 19:22:45

    I’m excited for you in this new chapter of your life. Would love to catch up over a coffee. Keep us posted on how the house situation is going. xoxo


    • Kristy
      Nov 08, 2012 @ 00:27:30

      We all seem to be entering new chapters, aren’t we, Margaret? Yes, I would love to have coffee with you too! Maybe we can meet up in Sumner (or maybe at/near my new place?!?!). I just went back to a part time work schedule for at least the next couple of months, so have more flexibility and would love to see you.


  2. Dc Payton
    Nov 06, 2012 @ 21:23:42

    …thanks for sharing…know you are loved and have the support of your friends and loved ones in your newest adventure… please keep us posted on your progress… please…


    • Kristy
      Nov 08, 2012 @ 00:30:49

      Thank you, dc. Your constant support is so lovely, so helpful! Faithy’s too! She sent me a Halloween card, and I love that–I hope you and she are both thriving and loving life, as you deserve. Maybe I’ll get to see you both in person one of these days???


  3. Op
    Nov 06, 2012 @ 21:42:14

    Congratulations. Let me know if there is ever anything I can do to help. I will TRY to squeeze in a visit when I come to the USA in December:)


    • Kristy
      Nov 08, 2012 @ 00:33:19

      OP, I would LOVE to see you in December. I have photos of this new place, but I refuse to post these “before” shots until I have some “after” shots to balance them. I should have some by December. My contractor will be at the place the day after we close to start on the structural stuff. Will you have husband/kids with you on this coming trip? I will have space for 2-3 human guests. Let me know! I love you!!


  4. FirstNations
    Nov 07, 2012 @ 20:53:54

    I am excited for you!! And I would love to visit you in your new crib, yo. Just send me your new addo and make sure that stripper pole is ready to go and it all good in the ‘hood.


    • Kristy
      Nov 08, 2012 @ 00:35:17

      FN, you should send me your address too. I’m sure I’ll be in the BLI neck of the woods at some point–however, my daughter has discovered the joys of the Bolt Bus. Maybe you could too and visit me here. Would love to see you! (Especially with a hostess gift of Alice B.T. fudge????–it’s LEGAL!!! Well, sort of…).


  5. FirstNations
    Nov 07, 2012 @ 20:56:01

    I like the group of soldiers; they look scrappy, like they have stories to tell.


    • Kristy
      Nov 08, 2012 @ 00:37:23


      I love soldiers too. Although not as much as fire fighters. And, of course, sheriff’s deputies. And — (do you hear the heavenly choirs?) — ED TROYER!

      (Gimme a clue here–I missed something…)


  6. mrs. g.
    Dec 02, 2012 @ 00:47:10

    I missed you too!


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