At the end of December, we may be moving into a real live(ha!) house. Wow! This is completely unexpected, and the circumstances are somewhat sad. Stillmog’s grandfather is getting on in years, and his health is failing. The plan is to move him in with my husband’s aunt. The family wants us to move into his house, to take care of the property, his cats, and so the house isn’t sitting vacant.
His house is paid off, so the only thing we’d be paying for would be the utilities. It would save us $300-$400 a month, it’s not too far from where we live now, and it’s in a good neighborhood. It’s one story, three bedrooms, one bath, living room, dining room, kitchen, garage, and a fenced backyard, with a washer and dryer and refrigerator. All of his grandfather’s things would go into storage, except for what furniture we felt we needed to keep.
The amazing thing is, just Thursday night, Stillmog helped Scarecrow and HipGirl and their daughter, Red, move into their first house. It’s a rental, but it’s a house. After he came home, we sat outside our apartment, and thought, we want a house. Is this some kind of cosmic karma? I’m not religious in the least, but this seems like an answer to our wishes. I like where we live, but the house is only ten-fifteen minutes away.
At breakfast the family put it to us. Stillmog’s aunt asked us when our apartment lease was up. And you know what? The lease is up tomorrow. We were going to sign a new year lease, and tomorrow is the deadline to do it, or go month to month.
But a part of me is sad that the reason we’re getting this chance is because Pop is sick. I don’t necessarily feel like we’re profiting from someone else’s pain, because I know Pop wants to live with Stillmog’s aunt, and I know he’ll feel better with family in the house, taking care of the cats he loves and the place he loves. I just feel sad that Pop won’t be there himself to do it.
Tomorrow I go to turn in our thirty day notice. And in January, we’ll be in our new home.
(And I made this post in just under the line)