A Daring Adventure
I woke up in the middle of the night.
“I had a bad dream.” I said to Andrea.
“What was it about?” Andrea asked, surprisingly alert in the middle of the night.
“I don’t remember - let’s keep it that way.” I said, thankful that I’d fallen into a deep sleep.
“Okay. Want to get up and put your jeans in the dryer?” Andrea offered.
“No.” I went back to sleep for a few more hours before getting up, putting my jeans in the dryer and changing the cat boxes.
Our flight was blessedly uneventful and we arrived on time. To Andrea’s delight, we had to move to “comfort plus” seats due to weight and balance. Another couple did the same.
As we began our descent into Richmond, I thought the pilot said it was “cobwebby”.
“Cobwebby?! Is he drunk?” I asked, alarmed.
“He said ‘calm winds’.” Andrea translated.
“Oh.” I settled back into my seat.
We made our way to the realtor’s office and were late due to a pit stop. It was refreshing not to be late due to traffic.
I was a little concerned about meeting our realtor. She had sent us her resume which indicated that she had attended a conservative Christian school. Was she going to pray away the gay? She greeted us each with a warm hug.
Incredibly, it began to snow as we rode with her to the first home we were viewing.
I squinted through her windshield incredulous. She seemed surprised as well.
At the first home, she stared out the kitchen window at the snow.
“It’s snowing, y’all.” She marveled.
I burst out laughing, “I’ve never heard ‘snow’ and ‘y’all’ in the same sentence.” She laughed too.
The second home we went to see was still occupied by another showing. We cruised the neighborhood and then sat outside. Andrea remarked we’d seen the other realtor on Instagram.
“Bless her heart.” Our realtor remarked.
“We know what that means! It means go to hell.” I offered.
Michele laughed and did not disagree.
We saw 5 homes today and then Andrea and I pretended we were on house hunters, weighing the pros and cons of each place. Each home was a very different style and all were located in Lynchburg. 4 of the 5 were under $300k. Massachusetts. What a goddamn racket. We’ve knocked 3 off the list - which leaves 2 really nice homes for under $300k.
“We bought our house 6 years ago for $325k. And it wasn’t updated! At. All. What a bunch of crap.” I later groused.
“Was that bike lane there when we were here in July?” I asked.
“Yes.” Andrea replied.
“Huh. It’s funny how you look at things when they’re in the abstract.” I said - elaborating that back in July, Andrea didn’t have an offer in hand. And honestly, I didn’t really believe a worthwhile offer would materialize. And here we are. It’s almost March.
“When will you guys move?” People would ask.
“Not until March.” I’d say with a little wave.
“Not until next year.”
And now. It’s next year. And, for all intents and purposes, March is next month.