Tomorrow morning, before I head into the office, we pick up the keys to our new place.
I have to admit I’m nervous.
Excited . . . but nervous.
There’s not even anything specific I’m worried about (though I don’t trust my memory of how exactly the place looks and is laid out since I haven’t seen it since . . . May?).
It feels kind of like tomorrow is Christmas morning. One of those Christmases when you’re a kid and you think you know what’s inside those lovely packages under the tree for you, and you’re really pumped about what you think they contain . . . but you’re not 100% sure that your desires are going to be realized. Did Mom remember that I really, really wanted Malibu Barbie? you ask yourself. I think that oblong package looks like it’s a Barbie, but . . .
Not that I ever wanted Malibu Barbie.
But anyway, I’m rambling.
I will take pictures of the empty space, and update you all as we unpack, organize, and decorate.
In the meantime, I hope I can sleep tonight.