Final Sunday on the Boat

September 18, 2016

This time next week we should be moved in and drinking coffee on our new front porch! “Should” is the operative word as there are three more details we wait patiently for others to finish. So keep your fingers crossed and I will write my sub plans for Friday. Paper signing should be at 10:00 AM Friday.

I have promised Kurt, myself and my bank account that I will follow this 

as we fill the rooms of our new home. Already I have found the perfect couch at the Habitat for Humanity ReStore. It has been there the last three times we’ve done laundry - every other week for six weeks. We can purchase it and then must pick it up within three business days, so here’s hoping it will still be there on Thursday. It’ll definitely need to be reupholstered, but that still counts as reusing! From that same store we have two porch chairs and a random $3 wooden chair perfect for an extra guest or a flowerpot.

My brother is probably right now waiting at his garage door for us to pull up the rental truck and get all my stuff out of said garage. I do miss my stuff. I suspect it’ll be a little like Christmas to unpack. I am so curious if, as I unpack, I decide to purge even more. I doubt it as our new home as SO MUCH ROOM compared to the boat. What I took from Arlington could just fill a one-bedroom apartment. This house has so much more space than that!

At this point, I can’t seem to find any of the right clothes I need to dress anywhere close to professionally at school. Returning to a full sized closet and dresser is going to be maybe the biggest luxury. I know that sweet black cardigan and brown leather belt are either on the boat or in the boxes of clothes in my car, unless they are in Steve’s garage where I dumped cold weather stuff on a sweltering day in July. They would have come in handy this last week. Spreading out and putting things away will reveal all that I have lost. At this point though, I kind of don’t care. What matters has changed. 

So a quick thank you to Elizabeth for being such a gracious hostess. And a deeper thank you to Kurt for his willingness to play this 10-month game. And an eternal thank you to my fortitude and patience and willingness to try something different. I WILL miss mornings and evenings on the dock. Especially when great blue herons join Miss Kitty and me for our morning coffee.

Kitty stares down the heron.
Too far for either to be bothered.

Late summer dock garden

I will also miss the slow life on the water. An audition is already scheduled for a show that will be close enough to commute from Dunkirk, Maryland. Here’s hoping I can gear back up to near city speed. Next report from the front porch! Till then.