I guess “One more week” really was.
The first week of January, I got the greatest gift of all:
The realtor actually offered his services for any friends and family (my eyes rolled up so high that they nearly lodged into my brain), but considering that I don’t like estranged relationships, I declined.
So it was a lot of moving, and preparation, and getting services turned on. When the cable guy wasn’t falling through the ceiling, that is:
There are support beams for a reason, you know….
The neighborhood itself was nice. Families, stores, restaurants, all very convenient, and so very non-Vegas (you need a break sometimes from all the lights and glitz, after all). There was even a nearby park:
The neighbors took a liking to us, and invited us to a big dinner with them. It was nice to finally break free from the apartment life.
It even began to snow in Mt. Charleston, so I decided to drive to the mountains.
For 2010, I decided “No more crazy life projects”. I needed a break after the previous year, and the house would give me more than enough to do in terms of keeping me busy (sans people falling out of the sky into my living room. To credit, they did cover the repair costs). My time was my own again, and the prospect of not having to drop everything at any given time to stage another “house battle” or fax paperwork, was beyond wonderful. I was incredibly happy for so many reasons.
Yet, I got the itch to do something new with all this free time, so volunteer work seemed like a good idea. I just had to find the right outlet….