The Countdown Begins

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Yesterday Gretch and I signed away another year of our lives. On August 21, 2010, Gretch and I will be moving from our current (and first, as a married couple) abode and establishing a new residence across town at 2509-A Leeper Dr.

Our new home will be just four miles away from where we currently live. It places us that much further away from my parents' house (not a significant amount when they already live about 90 miles away), but it will make us considerably closer to Gretch's parents (about a mile away instead of four).

It is probably a little bit smaller than our current home, seeing as it is only one floor and there is no basement, but we will have about 1150 sq ft, give or take. We will have an attached garage, though, which means no more pesky neighbours parking in our spaces.

Unfortunately, the move will cause us to change wards, but we'll still see our friends from Mahomet and, hopefully, we'll hear from them from time to time. But we felt it was important to downsize a bit so as to be able to get ahead in our finances. Yeah, we're trying to be all responsible and grown-up these days. Please don't misinterpret this - we are not swimming in a life of reckless abandon or anything like that. We just don't like paying too much for a place to live.

Anyway, we have something close to 182 days now to pack our worldly possessions, making the proper preparations, notify all the right people, and move across town. Five to six months seems like such a long way away, but we also have a couple of weddings, a multitude of baby showers (at least for Gretch), at least one week-long teen leadership camp, and who knows what else. So it is going to be a busy, busy, busy six months.

Incidentally, the other side of the duplex is also available for rent, so if anyone in the Chambana area is looking for a new home and wants some hip neighbours to share a wall, check it out!



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