This time next week, I’ll be sitting in a practically empty house waiting for a furniture truck to show up sometime between 7 a.m. and o’dark:30, so I can accept delivery of a living room suite and a dining room table because my daughter will be at work.
My daughter began moving into her own house this past weekend. HER own house. Her own HOUSE. Her name on the deed, her name on the mortgage.
I am equal parts excited and terrified for her. It’s a big step buying your first house. When her dad and I got our first house, I confess I had no idea what we were doing, it was all my husband. When we moved to Florida, I wasn’t any more savvy. I just signed next to the X.
My girl though… she has been house hunting, and saving, and planning, and waiting, and it finally happened.
She has a house, a yard, a mailbox, a two-car garage, and all the other myriad and sundry things that go along with homeownership.
[sidenote: I won’t show you how badly I butchered the spelling of “myriad” on my first attempt. Thank you, computer gods for spellcheck.]
Since getting the keys she’s had long days of painting, packing up her apartment, and unpacking stuff from storage and her former bedroom/current walk-in closet. She’s been buying furniture for her own place since she was still in her teens.
She’s ready for this next adventure.
It’s seems a little surreal for my baby girl to have her own house and Barbie not be a part of it.
“Move fast and break things. Unless you are breaking stuff, you are not moving fast enough.” ~ Mark Zuckerberg
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What to do:
Using “moving” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.