Brent is finishing up his last week at his old job, and then he'll be home with Em and I for a few weeks before we move.
We haven't solidified a move date yet, which makes things kind of tricky, but we're making progress on the transition.
We interviewed a few realtors last week and have decided to put our condo on the market. The market isn't as lucrative as it was a few years ago, obviously, but it doesn't make sense for us to hold onto our place. Among other issues, I hate the idea of being a long-distance landlord, finding good tenants, dealing with tenant transitions, etc. Please do your dance to the Housing Gods on our behalf and ask for some fast and worthy offers.
Brent's new company offers a relocation package, and it includes people to actually PACK our stuff for us. HALLELUJAH! It's a bit tricky, though, because we're packing up a bunch on our own to "stage" our condo and make it more appealing to buyers. So when the moving company representative came over last week to survey our items and determine how many boxes to send with the packers, there was a lot of, "Well, this closet will only be a third full when your folks get here." "This shelf with probably be half full." "This will be gone." "This will be here."
And on moving day, they'll have to pick up all these stored items from my in-laws'. Should be interesting.
The new company will put us up in corporate housing for up to four weeks while we decide where we want to rent. Thankfully I have a growing network of friends -- old and new -- in Portland who seem happy to offer guidance in that regard. One thing that struck me and Brent that weekend we were there were all the small but plentiful neighborhoods. Some seemed as small as just a few blocks, each with unique personalities. Los Angeles has quite a few neighborhoods, but they seem larger than Portland's.
There are half a million things we want to do before we move -- Disneyland, Long Beach Aquarium, a butterfly exhibit at a museum downtown -- and half a million people we want to see.
Em turns three (yes, 3!) in October, and we've decided to throw a last-minute birthday/bon voyage party in September before we go. Since I sent out the Evite over the weekend, I've had to remind myself to focus on the move and not on party planning. I love to throw fun parties, and it's hard not to think about THEMES! COLORS! FAVORS! ACTIVITIES! It's a constant "STOP IT, NANETTE!" in my brain.
I made the mistake of telling Em last night that we'd throw her a party with a bounce house, and now that's all she can talk about.
"Em, what do you want for dinner?"
"Mickey Mouse pancakes and a bounce house!"
"Em, it's time for bed."
"We go to the bounce house now???"
Talk about a rookie mom move, huh?