I mentioned last month that I’m feeling another move coming on … and from all the moving I’ve done in the last many years, you’d think I actually enjoyed it or something. Not true. I’m just really *good* at it.
I’ve been wrestling with this question for most of the last month or so, but there have been some developments in the last several days. The first was my official giving of notice at my apartment complex that I intend to vacate at the end of my lease (doesn’t three days after Thanksgiving weekend and right before finals seem the altogether IDEAL time to move?!). The second was my unilateral decision Saturday to seek shelter in the form of a house (or possibly duplex) instead of another apartment. Since it’s all but certain I won’t be living in Denton (and thus won’t be able to go home at lunchtime), and since there’s the hound dog to consider, it just seems prudent to find a place to live that has a backyard so Rags can “self regulate” on work days. Plus, he’s been experiencing again recently the comforts of a backyard, and seems to be doing well with that. Far be it from me to take it away from him yet again.
So. I’m now in house-hunting mode. I’m still not ready to *buy* a house, but this feels like a move (ha ha) in the right direction.
In related news, we’re in the planning stages for a massive garage sale at Daniel’s house in Plano the first weekend of November. Make your plans to buy (or sell) lotsa crap now! 🙂