We’ve been in our new condo for ten days. I have emerged from a world where only two things mattered: Moving and Peter. I didn’t talk to friends. I didn’t read a book. I only sat down when I ate. I lost four pounds, and I look like I haven’t slept in weeks. But we did it.
Our decision to become owners is all about security. We didn’t like our housing future being in the hands of a landlord. That worry is over.
Our new place has had some surprises for us. The towel rack fell off the wall in the shower while I was in it. I couldn’t set our (very nice) oven to anything but 375 degrees. Nor could I set its clock. And there was no “how to” stove guide. There was an odd contraption on the wall of the “pantry” closet. It looked like a fuse box. Fortunately, a friend helping us explained that it held brooms and other long-sticked things on the wall in a very clever way.
The real world is a bit scary now. But I’m glad to be back in it.