Tempus fugit. I can't believe how quickly time has flown by since Paige and I made the decision to uproot ourselves from little old Hillsdale and move west to Denver, CO. The more the clock counts down the more anxious I become. Not anxious in nervousness; I know I can handle strange new environments on my own. Heavens, I lived and traveled abroad on my own for 8 months when I was only 20! No, I'm more anxious about leaving the things I know, love and take for granted on a daily basis. No more generous financial security from mom & dad. Food will no longer magically appear in the fridge. No more lovable Phoebe, the English Springer Spaniel to come home to cuddle with. Bye bye, Jilly Beans Coffee House, Alumnae Wine Nights with the girls, weeknight hangouts at 94 Fayette Street... but at least its not goodbye forever. Mom and Dad will continue to live here, Hillsdale College will continue to be a higher education powerhouse, friendships CAN continue long-distance and little old Hillsdale will remain as unchanged as it has been the last 50 years.
Most everything except my daily essentials are packed now. Somehow, it will all need to fit into two SUVs and a tow trailer. Hmmmm.... We are also still in need of acquiring some basic essentials: mattresses, hollywood bed frames, a couch or chairs, dining room table, side tables, etc. On the other hand, our bathroom and bedrooms will be well outfitted! So for now, we'll have to resign ourselves to blow-up mattresses and suitcases of clothing. I'm actually okay with that. There's nothing better than the pressing need for something to spur one to go out and search for it. Hello classifieds & Craig's List! It'll be good for us to live bare bones for a little while though.
Let me also take this opportunity to introduce you to my latest accomplishment! I have successfully, for the first time ever, navigated the intimidating waters of bank loans and fought off the misleading temptations of car salesmen. I have purchased my first car! I'm pretty proud of my dark green 2002 Land Rover Discovery II.
I admit, my selection was aesthetically driven as it typically is for many other women, but for the most part my research has shown it can be a very reliable vehicle if maintained on a regular basis. I love the paradox of rugged utilitarian exterior features with interior luxury and amenities. And most of all, it makes me feel that much more British. : )
Not sure yet if I'm going to name it. I've not really been a fan of naming cars. We've done it once with our family's old '98 Buick LeSabre, but the name "Agnes" just seemed to come to the lips much more easily than "LeSabre." We'll have to wait and see if a name seems to work for this Disco II. Now on my birthday wish list, a false Great Britain license plate for the front end. I'm thinking something like this yellow one perhaps. (Hint, hint mom & dad...)
Coming up: the apartment search narrows down! Cheers, and I'll try my best to write one more time before we hit the road next Wednesday.
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