On Tuesday morning I will see it in its completion for my walk-through. I hope I don’t pass out.
Friday morning will bring one final walk-through, and then I will sign my name 1,000 times on as many papers and the thing will be mine. All mine.
I don’t know how to handle this vast amount of gratefulness. It’s knocking me off my feet.
I’ve been a busy girl researching and making perfect purchases, scheduling deliveries, packing and planning, and oh yeah – that job thing is sucking up a lot of my time now, too.
The other day, a friend of mine told me how many days it was until Christmas, and he suggested that I start figuring out where I’ll put my tree. I couldn’t even let my mind wander to that place – that Christmas dream place where everything is clean and bright and warm and tiny white lights flicker everywhere you look. Christmas music floating through the rooms… a fire in my fireplace… hand-writing notes on my Christmas cards at my kitchen desk – or maybe my office desk…
I feel myself becoming more amenable to being social. I even let the idea of a dinner party pop into my head for a brief period of time. Overnight guests… neighbors popping in… I think I’m ready for that – my old life as an entertainer, sans the drunken husband and the crazy-making Martha Stewart show-off.
I need people now. I need them like I need air. I’m ready to invite them in.