What is this? A day to myself? Blogging bluemia? Yes! The Mc is in south GA, friends are at work, me with hours upon hours of time to do whatever I please and maybe catch you up on the black hole of energy the condo has been? Glorious.

Nearly a year and a half ago I sold my condo and moved in with The Mc. Wow. It seems like it’s been a lot longer. Huh. Anyway, while the McMansion (heh heh) aka The Big House was lovely, it was far removed from the city – my city – and my friends. It was a lightning magnet in a land of SUV’s and fifteen minute trips to the closest grocery store. That’s charming when you’re in the country, but not when you’re in suburbia. Sure, I had fun emasculating and castrating him, but we both knew that our life together in a house too big for even a family of five was only temporary. Soon we’d be starting our life and building a home together. Little did he know it would be just around the corner from my old condo in a part of town he used to fondly refer to as “Shanksville”.

After nearly a year of looking at every ill kept POS in the area of town he really wanted, the universe pointed us here…and here is where we’ve built our life.

Some snaps of the our abode…before, during and after. Please to enjoy – as my seester would say – I finally am. After a year and a half plus or minus five months of construction/living in an apartment/nesting, I *finally* have a home for clothes, shoes, kitchen stuffs and kitties that feels like – and is – my own.

Before:

After:

The space between.

Happiness is: being home for the holidays.

The two items that were broken during the move: a fishing pole and a wine glass.

The rod and the chalice.

Discuss.

The Mc is going to put an offer down a condo this afternoon, and I’m somewhere just shy of crapping my pants that it’s finally happening.

Originally we were planning on a house in town, but after looking at every heaping pile of steaming dung that’s been put on the market in the last 8 months (in the neighborhood and price range we want to be), and discussing our priorities and goals ad nauseam, we decided instead on a fantastic space in a renovated turn of the century factory.

What this ALSO means is that the cabin plans are able to be accelerated and we’re that much closer to a simple in-town life a few days a week while telecommuting from the mountains the rest of the week and spending long days nestled in nature away from the rush rush. Of course, this is after we agree on a plot of land, a floorplan, a builder, blah blah blah. Probably wouldn’t hurt if we hit the lottery in there somewhere, but we can make it work without that.

Pending their acceptance of our offer, I’ve been charged with finding a loft design consultant, working with the property to get in touch with their suggested wall building and flooring gurus and who knows what else.

Crossing my fingers, eyes, ankles that this goes better than the sweet petite dream house (that I’m now happy we didn’t get).