After work today, I did something very unexpected. Well, unexpected to anyone who knows me because I haven't expressed to anyone my desire to move away from my hometown. Everyone thinks I love it here, but I hate it. It's too small, too boring and, maybe most important, the older I get the less I can stand the commute.
So I made an appointment to see a townhouse in the city. I thought I would just take a look at it to see what is available and what it looks like and what I can afford. Little did I know I would absolutely love it.
It has white siding on the front and, even though it's located in the city, the street is quiet. Not as quiet as the roads here, of course, but still quieter than downtown. The inside was updated recently. It looks so much nicer than my house. Soooo much nicer. It's bright and open and the appliances aren't about to die. I really liked the paint colors and the view from the windows. And my commute would be cut quite a bit.
I was so completely unprepared for loving it that the thought of loosing it put a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I signed a one-year lease.
Now to tell everyone I'm moving.