I don't know about you, but I don't like change. If I was a kid in school, my teachers would probably say I don't transition well. This means I like to plan ahead. For example, if my brother were to call me right now (it's 7:16p Saturday night) and ask me to come over and play Skyrim, I would probably say no because I already have a plan for the night, lame as it might be (in this order: jammies, a drink, and some Supernatural). It also means I don't much like like surprises unless they're like, you just won a million dollars or this is Donald Maass calling. I had a boyfriend once who threw me a surprise party and I hated it. So when I tell you I am selling my house (that I've lived in for the past 18 years) you might have an idea how I feel.
The good news is once I sell my house, I'm moving into this wicked cool Victorian with my sister...
It's about twenty minutes from where I am now, and I'll miss my location which is pretty killer, but the house I'm moving into is also pretty killer, with pocket doors, and four floors counting the basement and attic. It's HUGE. The attic actually has five rooms!!! I'm thinking library/office...? Anyway. It's a good thing, and I know that, but it means I have to move and pack and get my house ready to sell asap. This has left me very little writing time, which sucks, and it's also why I didn't get around to anywhere near as many A-Z posters as I wanted to during the month of April. The whole moving thing happened quite quickly (AGH!!!) and I've had to come up with a new mantra: "You can only do what you can do."
Anyway. That's the way the cookie is crumbling is around here. At some point (soon I hope) I'll actually post some pics of my freshly painted house. Who knows, maybe someone out there will find it perfect and we can all live happily ever after :)
So, how's your Monday?