Last night, Marcus and I went through the house and made a list of things that still need to be done, and then we came back to the apartment and I typed it up.
It was 3 pages long.
This morning, we met with our builder and went over the list. He said he is “highly confident” that we’ll be in by the end of the month.
So. If, as a result of yesterday’s request to pray to the Construction and Vacating Premises gods that we’re in the house by November 30th, you burned sage, sacrificed small rodents or did some sort of dance, please keep going. It seems to be working.
Soundtrack: Brick house by the Commodores
And this is how the story ends.
It has been different for each of us.
We have keys!
Not long now.
Your prayers to the Construction and Vacating Premises gods appear to be working. Keep going.
I ain’t gonna lie — I’m a bit tense.
Almost time to start moving again.
It’s kind of like a growing puppy.
They say the only way out is through. I think another way out is up.
Featuring Doc Martens, a swarm of drones, and rainbow roads.