Whoa, dude
August 30, 2009That’s Fletcher’s new catchphrase. Whoa, dude.
You know what deserves that response? We’re movin’ out! For all who don’t know, we and the Mickelsons have been able to come to an arrangement so that we can all have a little more space to ourselves. Dave and I have found a place in Eagle Rock that we move into September 15. The Mickelsons are going to stay at the house, and in two years, we’ll all get together again and see if we can sell the house or rent it out or something else. Whoa, dude. Needless to say, we’re feeling excited, and very sad. We’ve lived together for four years. FOUR YEARS! That’s a looooong time. We’ve started the packing process, and making our lists of who needs what now that we’ll be on our own… it’s kind of surreal. And our house is a disaster.
We’re excited about the new place — it’s small (relative to what we’ve been living in) — but seems just about right for us. It’s a duplex, our landlords seem amazing, and we have a little patch of a backyard for Fletcher to play in. Should be a good time.
