home is where.....

.....one spent one's childhood.

(very) Long story (very) short, my parents bought a new house. I am buying the house I grew up in.

It was something that happened very quickly and as the pieces fell into place for them, things in my own life started to line up. I matched into a family practice residency near to where I grew up and throughout their real estate adventure we joked/considered/seriously talked about the possibility of me buying this house. The timing has been tricky and not everything is tied up yet, but hopefully things will be final sometime in the next 2-3 weeks.

This house is small for a family but perfect for me, and I know that everything is in amazing shape and has been well taken care of. When they moved in (many years ago) the only bathroom had red shag carpet and a tub (the only shower was in the cement floor'd basement) and the kitchen had blue indoor/outdoor carpet with painted sky blue plywood cabinets. Both of those rooms were renovated during my pre-school years (I remember both being under construction) and each room in the house has undergone at least one transformation. (I am on the hunt for bathroom and pre-renovation kitchen pictures; I'll post them when I find them.)

(when tearing up the floors of the second floor we found newspapers from the first half of the 20th century; after looking them over we put them back, along with a few current pages from both the local and national newspapers.)

This past weekend was the weekend for moving all of the furniture into their new house. The two days passed quickly (I have the bruises to show for it) but it means that there isn't a whole lot here right now. I had hoped that the timing would be such that as their things disappeared my things could simply replace what was missing, but the coordination of getting my things down from the garage loft and out of the various other storage-hidey-holes hasn't happened yet. I am keeping it all in perspective and trying to remember that this won't last forever, but relying on borrowed floor and table lamps for lights and sleeping on the futon is going to get old fast.

.....the yarn is.

My stash is still spread out across the northeast and I'm sorry to say that my knitting time has been sparse. I'm less than 10 weeks until graduation and still need to get going on the green lace shawl. (I hesitate to share such info because my friend Kim has been keeping tabs on where I'm at in the process and I keep telling her that I have plenty of time. I'm not (yet) sure when I'll feel like I'm running out of time but I do need to get started on it....)

.....the cats are.

it's been over 10 years since I've had my own cat and on Monday I had time to go to the local animal shelter and remedy that.




These two cats will come to live with me on/about April 9th, after they are spayed. They're ~8-12 months old and were brought in together by their former owner. I was looking for a pair of cats and though I thought I'd fall in love with the older, more "out there" cats, these two seemed to be just what I was looking for. Both are quiet and calm but did sit with me and purr and headbutt. Right now they are named Peyton (on the left) and Georgina (on the right) but they didn't seem to answer to or acknowledge that those are their names. Peyton might stick (?), but the little dilute tortiseshell needs something "softer" to match her muted coloring. Any ideas? (extra points for being creative and original....)