How many times have I thought about blogging during the weekend? I don’t know.
Some ideas pass through my mind, but nothing seems to be important enough to put down in writing. Or the things that actually would be important enough to write – would be moodkillers and I’d prefer not to go down that very heavy road.
We went to see a few places today. The first one had me shaking my head, I mean people are trying to sell their place – you’d think they would clean before having an open house.
Seriously – the kids said it out loud: it smells bad here. Um. No. Thank you. Next please.
The second place we’ve been to a few weeks ago; but since they also had an open showing today, we decided to pop in again. If I thought it was quite good the first time, today it was amazing. Of course the memory (and smell) of the first apartment that was still fresh (not!) on our minds might have influenced our opinion.
It’s interesting to go see other people’s houses. Some apartments are really nice and you can’t help but think – wow, think to live like this. But then you remember that they’ve probably cleaned and fixed everything to be spick and span for the showing. Anyway, coming home makes me want to clean our place. So if not else, going to showings motivates to clean.
But the seed is planted. Now we’ve got to get the practical things in order, you know financing etc. Then there’s that minor detail of if the seller will accept our offer, if we will make one that is. Either way, I see a whole lot of cleaning in the near future – rummaging through all cabinets, drawers, closets throwing away clothes that a, don’t fit, b, I don’t like anymore. Huge bags of stuff will be going to charity, since this time I refuse to move crap (aka stuff that’s in ok condition – but we don’t use it) from apartment to another. I’m getting a head of myself aren’t I.
There was something else I intended to write but now I can’t remember what it was. Hmh.
Well, I might as well post a snippet of Sunsets ch 42 for you then – Remember that this might still get edited.
The meeting adjourns and everyone stands to leave. Well, everyone except Ros and I. She looks at me with a frown marring her face “What’s the matter Grey?” she asks.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been zoning out half the meeting, scrolling through your phone. And I swear to god, if you tell me that the monthly financial reports are the reason for that goofy smile on your face – I’ll call your shrink and tell him to fix your medication.” She says, leaning back in her chair.
“Damn. I thought I kept my poker face on.”
“Well you need to get a better poker face or you’ll lose the game Grey. What’s up with you anyway? It’s not like you to daydream.”
I sigh as I push my chair back and stand up – walking to the floor to ceiling window. I push my hands in my pockets and I look in the direction of the shelter. I know it can’t be seen from here but it doesn’t matter.
“I’m in love Ros.”