Homeless

I can't believe it. My house sold. In three weeks. And the lady who bought it wanted to close two weeks after that. What does that mean? It means I am officially homeless. Transient. Hoping with all my heart that this continues to go smoothly with no huge bumps along the way. As I type this, I am living with my friends Kate and Matt and their two boys. We also rented an apartment for a month, but (call me a snob)I just have a little trouble staying there...there is a funky smell and the shower grosses me out. So I wil stay there a couple nights a week to see Brian but will bounce from friend to friend til the driveway goes in and we can get the camper on the land. Then it's camping coziness for the next several months. Foxy and Circe are with their grandpa for the time being, and I am sad not having my dog around... Not feeling quite the same way about my cat. In fact, and yes this is terrible, I told the lady who bought the house that Circe could come with the house if she wanted. Alas, she has a greyhound so it wasn't meant to be. She kept saying how much she liked the cat though, so I thought I should try..... What's next? Getting the bids (another concept that I don't totally get the process which therefore increases my anxiety so Brian is in charge of that) and getting the city to approve the plans. We are having Joe Letko, Integrity Construction do the contracting. Between Joe, the guy helping him, Brian, my dad, me (kinda), and anyoneone else looking for some good old fashioned physical labor, this house should be up by fall. Keep your fingers crossed and if you have been wanting to get outdoors and work up a sweat, I've got a hammer and wheelbarrow for you.