I (we) don’t want to rush into a less than perfect house out of desperation. The frantic pace we’ve been keeping looking looking looking at every free moment (and plenty of non free moments), working against the deadline of our sale/close date has been bringing us both to peaks and valleys of hope and despair over and over and over again.

We’ve conceded. Accepted that the seemingly mythical perfect house is as much worth taking our time and waiting for as the perfect mate. Maybe if we become comfortable with our situation, embrace it for what it is, and move forward without expectations, the dream house will suddenly appear…and all will be right with the world.

In the interim, we’ll move to an apartment. Atlanta has plenty of rental units and I took last Wednesday to see most of them, experiencing a variety of amenities, sizes, shapes and levels of price gouging. $96 a day was quoted by well known chain Post to have a month to month arrangement. Because you know, that’s practical. Where is the Priceline of apartments? You’re not using that room anyway, you should be letting me use it at a fraction of the price, not an inflated number yanked from the bottom of their dead hearts. No? The New Math?

Eh.

Rewind. Move forward. At one point when we were still trying to lock in on where to be and what kind of place we wanted to be in, The Mc had expressed interest in buying a loft condo in the city with exposed duct work and cement or brick walls. I managed to find something that fit the bill in a place that doesn’t require payment via no-no places. My sweet man-wonder has never lived in The City, instead he’s spend his entire Georgia based life in one suburb or another. The place we’re taking allows him to jump off somewhere close to the city without out being in the marbled meat of it, somewhere we can walk to shops and restaurants without being on top of them and libel to get snagged in city gridlock.

The loft apartment we’re taking has an amazing view of the city that fits his man in the big city fantasy – getting it out of his system.

It would take me at least two incredibly boring blog entries to give you the full picture of how heinous it is to find a short term apartment in this town that isn’t a) the cost of a sub-compact or b) in a not so great neighborhood with built in roommates at no extra charge. If ya know what I mean. Beady eye. Antennae.

I’ve arranged for us to move the weekend before the close, a cleaning crew to come to the house between the move and the close, I’m in process of calling all our utilities and changing our address, filling out forms for the good ole USPS and starting to pack (what goes to the apt, what goes to storage, what gets sold, what gets trashed?).

In the middle of all that, I’m still 1trying to find focus to get things moving for the Atlanta Ride of Silence on May 21, and looking forward to my bjillionth year in a row as the crew chief wrangling volunteers (including my deputy Mish) handing out t-shirts to 12,000 participants at the Komen Atlanta Race for the Cure on the 10th. If you’re in The ATL, you should consider joining me for one or both if you aren’t already.

So yeah. There’s that and the office move and the photography class I started last week. Just a little going on that’s messing with my time to blog, to release, to reveal and process. To sit on the patio and read a book and enjoy my herbs getting caught in a breeze and lifted up to my face…to be there for my friends and chill. But it won’t last forever…and with any luck my herbs and my friends will survive the wait.

I could use a hug, a “thank you” and a massage.