A few days ago, I added an event to our calendar because “Oh. We’re in town! We could go to that!”
Didn’t hit me until yesterday that San Antonio is not the town we’re in anymore.
It’s due to a combination of having so many places we think of as home, thanks to Tim’s military career, and the fact that the interior of our home no longer changes along with our location, so I sometimes forget where we are.
Also, I’ve been inhaling a lot of paint fumes, as we work on our S&B house (in Norfolk — I know we’re in Norfolk now), so that may be part of it too. But look at how much progress we’ve made!
Just don’t remind me that this is Project 1 out of 5. Five big ones, most of which we are doing ourselves, before listing this house for sale with an agent. If you or someone you know wants to get in at a pre-listing price, please see this ad (link removed 6/11/16), and give us a holler! Our neighbors are so good, they are actually helping us get this done. Who wouldn’t want to live in a ‘hood like this one?
And speaking of homes, we’ll be leaving this one tomorrow, the Sea Mist RV Park at Dam Neck Annex, because our reservation expires. Wish we could have enjoyed more of the beach out our back door, but neither the weather nor our work schedule supported it. But we knew we were on a military base (again), when we were greeted by this sign:
and noted the following verbiage in our page of rules and regs:
“Surfing, fishing and sunbathing are allowed on the beach any time it is not secured for drone launching.”
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A final heartbreaking note: if you’ve been following us on social media (all the links are over there on the left side), you already know that our home will never be the same. Due to advanced kidney disease, we had to say goodbye to our faithful RV dog, Lola, earlier this week. It was a comfort that we were here in Norfolk, where we adopted her nearly ten years ago, and could take her to her old veterinarian to ease her way out of this life. She came home to go home, and we will miss her terribly.
We were stationed in Norfolk, VA, from 2004-2010. Two years in, we bought a Craftsman-style bungalow built in 1912, and we learned that loving an old home means a lot of work — some of which we loved.
And the facts that the house is located in Larchmont, a neighborhood filled with charming older houses with wonderful families inside ’em, and that our boys did a lot of growing up there, make 1138 Manchester Avenue a place we’ll always cherish.
That said, after 6 years of playing long-distance landlords to three sets of tenants, we’re done. It’s time to own even less. I wrote about it here, and now we are here, and this is how we’ve spent our first few days: