I’m in the midst of moving right now, from the apartment I’ve been living in for a year back to the old family home. My father finally agreed to move into an assisted living facility…now, before you think this is a bad thing, it’s really not. He’s currently healthier, happier, and more alive than I’ve seen him in years. It’s a wonderful thing. The place is like a ritzy hotel; great food, gorgeous surroundings, and people to interact with.
Now, me moving back into the house is a good thing for me financially and comfort-wise. It’s paid for, so I’m only paying utilities. That’s amazingly helpful. Â There’s a small yard, so I can perhaps start a garden next year. Â It’s not a massive house, but it is bigger than my current place. It’s furnished, so I can get rid of my current hand-me-down and curbshopped furniture. There’s enough room between me and my neighbors that if I get…*ahem* a bit loud at times I won’t bother anyone. 
On the downside: it’s likely to dredge up some old emotions. The house was not a happy place, and I’m determined to change that vibe. I’ve been talking about this on Twitter for about a month now…some of the plans are starting to work out.
I’m doing a good chunk of redecorating, starting with the main bathroom. Painting, changing out light fixtures and such; by the way, if any locals know of a decent electrician, please drop me a line. Â One project at a time, though, because I know my track record. *grin*
I’m mostly packed at the apartment. Most of my current furniture is going to Goodwill (the bed, washer and dryer, and a few small tables are going to the house)…so it’s going to be a matter of moving mostly boxes. I’m hoping Thursday’s gonna be the day. Wooo!
In other news, there’s a little stand of bamboo or bamboo-like plant in the back yard of the house. My next kinky project is to figure out how to process it for canes. *grin* Any ideas, people?
As for the move, wish me luck. I hate moving. I like it once I’ve moved, but I hate moving.
