I didn’t want to say anything here when we put in the application, because we might have been passed over. I didn’t want to say anything until the lease was signed because something could still have gone wrong. Now that the property management company has a bucketload of my money, however, and I’ve started arranging utilities and whatnot, I guess I can say:

We’re moving into a house some time in the next month or so!

The timing on this was wild, y’all. On the way home from grocery shopping last Saturday evening, Vyx saw a sign in front of a nearby house touting it as available for rent, not purchase. We figured, “Why not?” and put in our applications first thing Sunday morning. On Monday evening she got a text message saying we were approved. Two days later we had a copy (well, a PDF, we’re modern that way) of the signed lease. Yesterday I arranged for power to get turned on and scheduled a Ziply service installation. (I still need to do garbage, water, sewer, and gas. That’s next week’s project.)

So, why the move and why now? Mainly because we’re very tired of sharing walls and floor/ceiling with strangers who think nothing of being obnoxious at odd hours (or letting their pets be obnoxious, which amounts to the same thing). We’re feeling cramped by the amount of space available. We’re tired of overlooking an apartment building parking lot which is busy at all hours. (Mind you… we’ll be overlooking a side street which gets traffic at all hours, so that’s sort of a wash.) We’re absolutely tired of being miserable in the heat every summer, trying to stay cool with the aid of two noisy portable AC units.

The new place has a garage (which we’ll basically use as a storage unit). It has several hundred more square feet of floor space. I’ll be able to put my computer desk somewhere other than my bedroom, which is good since I work from home. The kitchen is almost twice the size so Vyx is delighted, though she’s apprehensive about the change to a gas range instead of electric. Did I mention it has central HVAC? I did not. Boy oh boy was that a big selling point! We may not need the portable AC units at all!

There’s a lot to do yet, mostly centered on packing up and figuring out when exactly we want to have stuff hauled the (oddly short) distance from the apartment to the house. That won’t be fun. Moving never is. But the rewards should be sweet, and we’re beside ourselves with happy anticipation.