Ever had that disjointed feeling, a gnawing nag where something just isn’t quite in place, a constant reminder to be patient because all will be back to normal soon?
I should have kept that question a little more simple and shorter. Screw it. It covers more bases the way it is written.
How about that feeling that someone is always watching you? It’s real if you have ever had pets and/or children.
I have a hawk.
Pretty freaking cool, eh? Good thing that I don’t have pets or small children right now. That hawk is big enough to carry off a small terrier. Since I moved into my condo at the end of March, I have seen the hawk several times in the big trees in front of my deck, even witnessed it swoop by before soaring to its perch close by. But this time mister hawk decided to pay me a personal visit, close up. I was sitting outside on the deck, already one of my favorite places, and suddenly I was face to face with this daunting beauty. He sat on the railing in front of me for a good two minutes, curious as I talked to him. I am certain that he totally expected me to understand what he was saying to me.
Listen, buddy, welcome to the neighborhood. Understand a few things and we will get along.
There likely are a few hawk rules that I will need to abide by.
Once I get settled in, I will read the little rule book that he dropped off.
As of Friday, I am once again a homeowner. That’s right, I successfully negotiated the mortgage maze. There really wasn’t much to negotiate since the only debt I have is a car payment. Plus, my portion of the equity from the sale of the house was waiting to finance the new mortgage. Even with that, I spent the past few weeks in a temporary limbo, sure yet unsure that I would be living in my condo. When my house sold, I moved into the second bedroom of the condo while waiting for my mortgage to be approved, as well as waiting for my temporary roommate’s mortgage to be approved.
I should say that I am squeezed into the second bedroom. I had to be creative in order to make two beds, two dressers, a large screen TV, a head board, fit into one bedroom. One might say that I am the prince and the pea right now, my mattress stacked on top of a bed frame, box spring, and the mattress from the other bed. Thankfully, my other box spring is a split, two piece design, so it is stacked easily in a corner of the room.
Up to now the place hasn’t quite felt like my home. It felt temporary, like it wasn’t real. My roomie has been diligently packing her things, boxes all over the place, my things slowly replacing her the items that she packs away.
And then I got writer’s cramp. That happens when you sign all the closing documents.
I bought a gas grill yesterday, assembled it in it’s stainless steel glory out on MY deck. All of a sudden, I feel the solid sureness return. I am home, my peaceful place. Mine.