I haven’t been getting a lot of my writing done the past week or so. Besides moving apartments, we’re buying a house. I’ve been digging through our file box to locate W2s, 1099s and all sorts of other obscure paperwork I never thought I’d have to see again.
I’ve had so many conversations with our loan officer about my personal life I feel like we are having a relationship and have started wondering when we should actually go on a date.
That said, the house is worth the hassle. It’s an old two story built in 1895. Lucky for us, the whole place has been gutted and all the innards—wiring, plumbing and insulation—are new.
What we are left with is all the lovely hardwood floors, wood panels and old school brickwork. It’s in the historic district with a huge library on the next block, a farmer’s market at the end of the street and the town square a morning stroll away. Being in the oldest part of Kansas City, there are haunted houses all around us.
This is all part of the travel plans. If we get this big house, we will be sharing it with my adult kids. The dogs get to stay in comfort with their family and pack while we travel. We get to have a permanent address, a place to store things and a solid home base. Splitting the mortgage up between all of us means we can maintain all this without a thought.
As this nears the end of the bureaucratic gymnastics stage, it’s hard to think of much else… but my plan is to have some major writing days this week. I have another magazine page to layout, an interview to conduct and some big plans to get solidly in my own work.
After all the dust settles I’ll probably have some new short stories to write… for therapy.