THE BEGINNING OF THE END

Or is it?

So most of you have probably heard by now that we'll probably be moving to O-town sometime after the first of the year. We don't know when. Or really where, for that matter. Or weather we will have to pay out our asses for the move. Or, or, or, or.... Nothing like uncertainty to make your holidays all the more enjoyable, right?

Where I once looked around our humble abode with pride and comfort, all I see now are things that will be broken, ruined, or lost during the move. At the very least, I see lots and lots of effort in just getting the damn things out of the apartment. (Did someone say GINORMOUS LEATHER CHAIR?) I also see lots (LOTS) of repair to be done before we have to leave. Not that I know when that will be, exactly.

We are also starting to get misty about leaving Skevanna. I don't freakin' believe it. B has already requested a last visit to Chao's chinese lunch buffet, and possibly one last daylight binge at the Oyster Bar. I, myself will be stocking up on goods from the Tea Room, and gorging myself at Lady and Sons, while attempting not to buy out the enitre decorative paper section at Primary Art Supply. The Paris Flea Market may actually go out of business, now that I will not be dropping fundage at their establishment every time I get within 50 ft of their door. A budding relationship with a new vintage store will also be coming to an untimely demise. Sigh.

In related news, I have narrowed down the housing choices to three (from 16) and have completed a floor plan and furniture layout for each. Anal, much? Drawing floor plans and writing furniture schedules relaxes me, what can I say?