Maybe a week away

It's possible we're closing on the house on July 10. That was the original plan, and despite the best efforts of the sellers, we might actually achieve it. There will be some contracted work to be done when we close (electrical stuff), some immediate landscaping, and some lighting/painting, which should be a good deal of fun. Then we finish packing. Then we call the movers. Then we bail on this place.

We're looking forward to so much about this house. Counter space. A private yard. A basement for the litter boxes. Wearing what.ev.er. I want to do the laundry. Space. No one upstairs.

For those who recall the Angry Ghost situation, you are probably not surprised to learn that we will be very glad to move to a place of which our former neighbor knows not. What I haven't shared is that he continued to come back for several months after he was evicted. Once, he came in the common area of the duplex. Several times, he tried. He had to have several conversations with the local police and the local police with the landlord before he stopped. Until he showed up again last week.

I watched his car drive by as I made dinner. It slowed just past the gate and started to veer into the driveway. Brooke was on her way home from work, but our neighbor was home. It was, I imagine, the new neighbor's car in the driveway that reminded former neighbor that he no longer lives here. So it is not completely surprising that when I heard someone trying to get in the back door a few days ago, my heart raced. It was just Sanna, having run well ahead of Brooke. I will be glad when sounds at the back door no longer leave me in a panic.

This morning in the car, Sanna announced, "We lived with Uncles B and B!"
Yes, we told her, we did.
"Because Mr. Neighbor was sick."
Yes.
"Yeah, and then we came back to our house. When are we going to live in the new house? I want to live there."