The last time we went for a peek at our new condo ― we drive by and gaze at the construction about once a week ― the security guard asked us how much we paid.
“How much did you pay for your condo,” is a much more common question than I ever imagined. The next time someone asks me this I might be tempted to say. “Sure, I’ll tell ya but tell me first me first how much you make a year.”
So the new condo ― which for those who are curious but were too afraid to ask, cost more than the current one ― might be ready on time(ish). But since we close on this one at the end of the month, we will still be in an extended-stay hotel for a few weeks. Actually, I’m rather looking forward to hotel living.
I’m still packing and am in awe about how much stuff I own. (I have 11 boxes of books, is that unusual?) But there is a light at the end of the tunnel…soon this will all be over and we’ll be in a clutter-free hotel suite.
And soon (fingers crossed) after that the new condo will be home. I can’t wait to begin unpacking all the junk I have collected over my lifetime. At least there will be twice as much room to arrange it in.