Konal moving out was extremely hard on me emotionally, and it was not something I wanted to process in public, out of respect for him. He is doing well and starts high school in 2 weeks.
I turned 35 last week. That should be its own post, but the bulk of the day was spent dealing with this:
Welcome to your first look at Casa Chula. Papers were signed and money was paid on my birthday, and last night we got the keys. This is the start of much happiness and poverty for us. The street is Calle Chulo, which is where we got the name. Chulo/a means cute, but also means pimp in some dialects. Chris and I get a kick out of that.
We have a lot of work ahead of us until we can move, and because of some financing issues, we are going to have to do it in stages. When we walked in last night, there were puddles in the kitchen and in the bathroom from leaks.
Homeownership is such a strange journey. So much excitement, and so much worry. I have a litany of what ifs in my brain, and I fuss a lot about money and a budget. Our mortgage is low, but there are so many repairs to do.
In other news, years ago I promised Aidan that when we move out of Nana's house, he could have his own cat. Meet Isis, the kitten.
Isis was born on May 1st, and has been a lot of fun. I forgot how much kittens were like having babies around.
School starts Aug 3rd. Aidan is mad at me, because he has to start at Western Sky, then I am moving him to a charter school. The school in our new neighborhood sucks, and he is 3rd on the waiting list, so he will probably get in the charter school, but not until the week after school starts.
I will not be such a stranger. I totally blame Facebook, because it couldn't be my fault, now, could it?
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