We toured the house upstairs today. I never finished the book in the title of this post, because it was a short-term loan and I’ve been meaning to buy it. The the plot includes a house that is markedly larger on the inside than it is on the outside.
The house has the same footprint as my apartment.
It has two decent-sized bedrooms, real closets, a large kitchen/dining area and an intimate living room. And it’s not much more than down here.
Sure, it’s not the biggest house, but I can’t get over how much more room it has over where I am now. IT HAS THE SAME DIMENSIONS.
In about a week or so, the landlord will be back from vacation and we’ll do a formal walk through. Then we wait. Our neighbors aren’t leaving until the end of September. Then we’ll haul our things up the ramp and finally get real/more furniture because we’ll inexplicably have a lot more space. And a deck. And a porch.
Maybe this house is actually a TARDIS.
We probably have our wedding venue nailed down. There’s a discount at the University of Virginia Chapel for employees. We did want to have the ceremony in Richmond but whatever.
We need to send out the save the dates pretty soon as well. I’m starting to get questions about them.
Obviously, I think talking (writing) through what was causing my writer’s block has ended it. Not only have I been a blogging fool lately, I have jumped back into the novel. All I have left to do is stop sucking at something else and get some decent sleep. I’m still doing this making up in the middle of the night BS. I also took a nap today, after which I was still sleepy. Hopefully, having tomorrow off will do some good.