Some notes on moving
It's official. I have a new place. Back on my own again. Or, I will be, as soon as I sign the lease agreement today and then slowly move my things, starting who knows when.
Feeling I hadn't given a proper explanation about the whole scenario, I decided to pen something now that the process is nearly complete.
It was late March of last year when I propositioned my ex with an email that contained more than 30 points of consideration. The gist of it was I suggested allowing me to move into her house that she rented outside our old town in South Dakota. I offered to help with rent in exchange for allowing me some space of my own (the attic room where my TV, computer, and desk would sit and my bed would be in my son's room). The idea was we would save money for a future move, a move that would see us moving as one unit for the stability of all. I was mainly concerned about how our son would handle the move. I imagined buying a house was the way to go because it would finally give at least two of us a home base and solidity. And maybe my son could finally have a dog. My son lived in 6 different places in 7 years. The idea was put forth that after we had all settled in our new town (at that time undecided but being prayed about) I would then move into my own space once again. Having come full circle, I'm surprised the whole thing took as little time as it did once the ball was rolling.
It was parent/teacher conferences a few weeks ago that got me thinking it was time to seriously consider moving forward with my life. It was pretty clear our son was doing well in school in just about every way possible (actually his scores versus baseline are pretty impressive). And he seemed to have many friends, though he hasn't been able to play with anyone much outside of school. He has things he enjoys at home, as well, such as his hamster, Bernie (aka Fluff or Edward Bernays), and many neighborhood cats, most notably one I nicknamed Miss Sassypants. He seemed stable. He was even a bit excited about the new place. Actually, he's excited about nearly everything at all times. That's his nature. It was a big load off to see how well he was doing in school. I was preoccupied with my job and everything else and it was good to hear he was settled in and behaving himself, too. On top of that, I felt increasingly uncomfortable living in this house. I felt God impressed upon me that once my stated purpose was completed (and it appears it was), I had to move forward and find a place of my own. I said once He opened the door, I would go. I honestly didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
Now begins the task of moving my stuff, which is mingled into everything else. I don't know when I can post again, as I don't have internet yet in the new place. But I'll be sleeping in my old abode for a while. My bed is simply too large for me to move by myself. It's probably the only thing I need help moving. I suspect the whole process will take a couple of weeks at least. We'll see.
It was a bit of a shock that I got the apartment. I went and looked at it on a whim and applied that day, even though it was first-come, first-served and I knew someone already looked at it. But that's why we pray. So, I guess I should start packing.
I should mention my ex is not left high and dry by my moving out. Her home still needs some work, which I agreed to help fund. Work already completed includes a new roof, gutters, downspouts, and front screen door (paid for by previous owners’ insurance, totaling more than $10,000 in work). Also, the interior upstairs was painted and some plumbing and electrical was taken care of. Even today, some plumbing was done, including a new toilet. I paid half of closing costs on the house, as well. I feel I’ve done more than my part to ensure she is okay for quite some time. Oh, and I got her a new washer and dryer. And paid half the cost of the new furnace, all while continuing to pay her rent. Other things like the fridge, air conditioner, and water heater are also fairly new. I’d say I’m about done. I did my best to make sure she doesn’t need anything fixed for a while. This allows me to walk away at this point with more than a clear conscience. My prayer is the house is a blessing to her and my son. Now it’s time to focus on rebuilding my life.
Since I don't have a whole lot else to post about right now, we'll leave it at that. I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the new year.
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I didn’t want to say anything about this because then it will become real, but I was invited by my girl, Cindy, to an event. As a friend. Not a date. I’m thrilled to be considered her friend. If she invited me to attend as her pet dinosaur, I would have still said yes. If she invited me as her pet dinosaur and I had to wear a leash, I might have had to think about it. For a second. I would have wanted to see everyone else with their pet dinosaurs, though.
Thank you for reading. And God bless.
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