Night #202

I lie awake on night #202 – at least I think it’s night 202 since we left our home in Las Vegas – my middle of the night math might be off a day either way.

They say that what makes something unbearable is doing it repeatedly, that the pain builds, that day 22 is more painful than day 1 because you’ve endured ut for 22 days. It certainly is self-revealing.

The worse part is being awakened several times a night by the cats reacting to this place. Cats have a sense of space and what’s home and they sense our feelings, our anxieties. And what makes it extra difficult is that Skipper is going on 18 and has special old cat needs.

Yesterday we started packing, exhilarating for us, signaling our torture here is almost over but Shadow has his usual delayed reaction, howling just when trying to get back to sleep after getting up for Skipper’s midnight feeding.

Inspired by NaNoWriMo, NaPoWriMo, and “50 Blog Posts in 50 Days,” I wrote 50 poems in 50 days on my site, most of them in the middle of the night on my iPhone, all live by the end of November. Interesting to connect with so many people through poetry.

I started thinking in poems/lyrics. It was so enjoyable, rather addicting, not only a great way to make it through the night because I loved the process, but a useful exercise, providing me with some raw material to work with in my music studio.

Thanksgiving began the kickoff to changing our lives from here to there. We’re getting closer but we’re not there yet. We’ve had such fun with so many Disney distractions. We’re thankful to be out of Las Vegas, to be back in Florida, and for our new home almost within our reach. We’re thankful for supportive friends and family and for those who take time out of their life to read our blog.


One Year Ago

One year ago we were finishing up packing our suitcases for our flight from Las Vegas to Tampa on Saturday morning. Rich worked that Friday so I was sprucing up the house, doing last minute laundry, and preparing for the pet sitter.

We had until 10 minutes before the flight to cancel so we weren’t actually sure we’d make it back to Florida. But we were desperate to leave Vegas, the real estate market was finally looking promising for selling our house, and we sensed that this trip to Florida was an important one.

So here we are one year later, preparing to pack to move from our temporary housing for the past six months into our brand new Florida beach house. Wow!! We can’t wait to finally start the settling in process.

Highlights from last year’s trip to Florida:

We’ve Got Foundation: Remembering When We Built a New House 8 Miles from Disneyland and the Beach #FlashbackFriday

When we drove by our lot last night, we saw the foundation for the first time – now it’s really getting real. It’ll cure for a few days and the next thing will happen – we’re thinking the cement blocks will be put in place.

Thinking about this, I realized this will be my twelfth new place I’ve lived in, and the 4th I’ve actually watched being built, starting with my childhood home in Orange County when I was 7 years old and we lived 8 miles from Disneyland and 8 miles from the beach.

During that summer of my 7th birthday when we lived in an apartment and I got my first keyboard, an electric organ, we’d drive over to the house being built and I remember walking through the framing and seeing where my bedroom would be. Happy times, very similar to what we’re doing now – living in an apartment near Disney and the beach, playing my keyboard, and visiting the house in progress.

And while we’ll be more than 8 miles from Disney World here, we will be 8 miles from the beach. Funny how life comes full circle.


100 Days In, 100 Days Out

It’s been 100 days since we left our house in Las Vegas and checked into a local Residence Inn. Rich supervised the packing/loading of the long haul movers while I stayed with the cats. Leaving our home was the hard part about leaving Las Vegas.

We met with the construction manager yesterday and we all laughed about how nobody says, “Oh, take your time. We’re in no hurry to move into our new home.” He asked what we were living in, “An apartment?” and we laughed again when we said, “Yeah, we’re pretty squished in there.” “Yeah, yeah,” he’d heard all of that before. lol!

He told us the houses have been taking about 100 days to build, then there are two weeks of inspections, closing, etc. The move-in date could vary depending on weather or if things go faster than expected.

We’re so done living in this apartment. Rearranging furniture every couple of weeks because the same old thing gets quite claustrophobic. The cats are also feeling the lack of space – they start yelling at us by 3 or 4 a.m. if not sooner. And there’s no place to escape – we’re right there. So, needless to say, neither of us have been getting enough sleep.

I lie awake for hours at night sometimes, as time seems to stand still. The Disney outings are amazing and I’m very thankful we have those distractions – we’ll miss our access to all of that we have now. Still, it is quite difficult. Especially when maintenance barges in to fix things – it’s like any new house, you have that breaking in period. I’m still waiting on lunch since they said they’d be here this morning and they’re not here yet.

So I had this vague idea about remembering the first 100 days with all we’ve done with going forward with the building process of the next 100 days. Maybe writing it all down will help.

The “Year of Repositioning”

Last year was our 20th wedding anniversary, and we celebrated all year long, including cruises and trips to Disneyland. We anticipated that, perhaps, this year would be the year we would finally leave Las Vegas for good, especially because the real estate market was favorable to selling our house.

What we didn’t expect is that this entire year would be devoted to “repositioning” (to borrow cruise ship lingo) ourselves from our home in Las Vegas to a new home in Florida.

During this in-between time, having arrived in Florida but waiting for a new house to be built, we have the opportunity to catch up with all the “old” new changes to Disney World before the “new” new changes begin. Still, we’re anxious to really settle in here, especially in our new home in a new town, and this waiting, living in that in-between space, in a too small of a space for the 4 of us and our house-sized furniture, in an area that will not be our future home, is frustrating, painful, and time seems to be standing still. (Obviously, I haven’t quite mastered the spiritual art of waiting yet, although, perhaps, it’s really a God lesson about appreciating where you are in the moment rather than waiting for waiting sake.)

We’ve bought new 3 times previously, but we’ve never been there quite this early in the process – there’s always been at least a foundation or framing already in progress. One of Rich’s co-workers who built a new house last year reassured us that the upfront stuff seems to take forever, but once things start happening, it all goes rather quickly.

I’m sure we’ll look back on this time fondly – we always do. I know this opportunity to build another new house is an unexpected and huge blessing, even if we’re quite anxious to get this thing started. But Christmas should be extra special this year if we truly are “home for Christmas.”

Not a bad “in-between” place – what I’m calling our “resort.”

Standing in front of our plot of land