Sure, it's been about a hundred years since I posted here. Give a girl a break and I'll fill you in to the happenings and shakings at 1313 Mockingbird Lane.
February, Mardi Gras.....and another year stuck in New Jersey. Knew it was time to sell the house. Knew it was one of the 'now or never' moments staring me in the face. All I really wanted to do was hide under the covers and wait for the moment to pass me by. I'm not really like that, ya know?? Pow wowed with Ivan and put the place on the market. 4 offers within 4 weeks!! Don't know if I can really count the offer made by the lady who then suffered a debilitating allergy to Max-i, though. It's not like she comes with the house, or anything like that..but, she took her almost offer and hit the CVS for an antidote.
Which brings me to the business of actually letting strangers enter your home and poke about your shit. I'm not the world's best housekeeper and it was painfully evident when you daily are 'on the market'. Don't leave a fork in the sink. Don't leave the toilet lid up. Don't leave your panties on the top of the laundry pile. Hope to god that Max doesn't yak up a hair ball in the middle of the living room carpet half an hour before the realtor comes. It was downright exhausting. You get to a point where you have to wonder if the house really won't sell because you neglected to empty the dishwasher, or if a potential buyer sees my toothbrush.
So, we accepted an offer from a nice young couple with a 4 year old son. I believe they'll be happy here. This house has wonderful karma from 18 years of good living. I have magnificent memories of life in this house. I did a lifetime of getting to know myself here. It's hard to walk away from that.
But, I've always dreamed to having a business of my own. I hate working for other people. I don't care to have people who can tell you how to get from point A to point B without really getting what is happening around you at the moment. All I ever wanted to do was feed people, and make them happy. I'm a pisces. It's what we do.
And so, this Thursday, Lou and I are flying down to New Orleans to find a place to live. We've been there every year in the past 8 years. We both believe we've lived there before. Even if that's nothing but a bunch of hooey, we do feel the ghosts of that city in our lives. It's uncanny, actually....you have to feel it, smell it, hear it, to know what I mean. We love it there.
The moving van is coming June 8th or 9th. My life will be deposited somewhere in New Orleans on June 14th. Eh Le Bah means 'hey, over there!". It's a cajun greeting. Laissez le bon temps roulle means 'let the good times roll'. How can I possibly do anything else??? This is me we're talking about, after all.
I'll land on my feet, I always do.
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