This week has just been screaming by at a blinding pace! I've finished my first real summer neckwarmer (which I now want to keep), have a custom order waiting in the wings for another. Check it out! I’m a big fan:

And it’s in my store as of this morning! Yay!

But with all the activity I have officially started The Great Long wait for the move and the puppy.

And then after a month of settling in comes the wedding!

I know I’ll remember it for many other reasons, but this whole 5 month period from April until September has been all about waiting and, consequently, my learning how to wait. I’m one of those people who does not do waiting well. I don’t anticipate with grace. I brace myself. While other people on a rollercoaster that’s climbing to the peak of a hill are hopping up and down in their seats, getting ready for the free fall, I’m trying to climb out onto the tracks to I can climb back down. It’s not the free falling that’s the problem, it’s that I don’t get to decide when it starts or stops.

I found the process of buying our first house was almost exactly like this. I could go out casually to open houses and poke around. I could laugh with our real estate agent and joke about how at I was going to buy a house before I turned 23 and how crazy that was, I would inspect the foundations with a discerning eye….but when we wanted to bid I needed to be in a straight jacket.

In our real estate market there are almost no entry level homes, so you’re usually bidding against 6 or more other people (usually we bid against 12 or 13), you can’t have a home inspection as a condition or your offer is thrown out, and houses are priced low. Like $50 000 low. So houses that are listed at $129 000 end up selling in the high $170 000 range. It’s nuts.

Every week it was like throwing a dart at a cork board and hoping that your imagined future would stick, you would get to move, your things would fit, and soon you would be sipping margaritas! And then every week someone would come and very politely set fire to that imagined future, and I just had to shrug and say “well I didn’t really want it to be like that anyway.”, when all you want to do is grab a fire extinguisher and call an ambulance so that someone – anyone – can bring it back from the edge!

When we finally won a bid it started another waiting game, and now at two weeks out from moving it feels like it’s all finally coming together. I don’t like the process of learning patience, but being able to enjoy our last bit of time in our apartment has been fun… and then come the boxes!