Well last week I was working down by the Ocean again. It was gorgeous. Arrived on Sunday and looked up for rent places on the ‘net. Drove around and identified several worth calling about. Was driving back to my motel and noticed some strange dust on the road. But then I remembered that I wasn’t in the desert so it probably wasn’t dust. Decided it must be smoke – but couldn’t find any sign of a fire. Then (head smack) I remembered where I was and those soft little clouds on the road were FOG! Yep, fog. Haven’t seen that in years. Drove out to the Ocean and sure enough – it was just rolling in! Take a look at the photo here. I was the only one around and I felt isolated, yet safe and happy.
The week was incredibly busy. Time after time I found a spare minute to call the number for one of the places I’d looked at from the outside. Time and again I was told that either the place was off the rental market because it was being sold or that they didn’t take pets. I was feeling down and worried when I did find some place. It’s steps from the water and while I can’t see it from the ground floor apartment (dunes are in the way) I could hear the ocean. I am excited. After some negotiating and back and forth I finally signed the lease and sent it in on Friday. Hopefully the landlord/landlady will sign it this week. Based on that, I’ve made tentative arrangements for the rental truck and my daughter and son-in-law are making plans to come help me. Looks like moving day will be 30 June and 1 July.
And today I find myself wandering around my house. Not wanting to start any new projects, yet too soon to do much packing. (I did pack up the spice cabinet yesterday and then naturally I decided to cook today. Bland, but oh well.) I don’t have that much stuff here, but oh so much more than when I came 2 years ago. Funny about that.
And this week promises to be busy here at work. In the evenings I’ll be going through and donating stuff. No sense to take too much with me. The end of the week my moving boxes and packing paper are due to arrive so I’ll be able to get busy for sure.
Although I’ve moved all my life, the last few weeks at the current home are always a bit depressing. Too much time – yet not enough…