Restless Knitter

I’m a sad knitter. Someone told me I can’t bring any plants into California. I just recently bought a dwarf fig and a miniature orange tree (plant?), and I have a few other potted flowers I was planning to bring with me. One would think I would have enough sense not to buy new plants when there’s an upcoming move. Maybe I will smuggle them in and play stupid if I get caught.

The inspection went well surprisingly. Hell, I almost wanted to buy my house. However, ahem, you can be rest assured that I will be doing my own close inspections on any house that we consider buying in the future, and not putting our full faith in a “professional”. It’s possible that I’m maybe just a little too critical of this house, or maybe I was fearing the worst and my brain can’t comprehend that it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. The things he found were mostly little and things we can fix ourselves. A few things we cannot and shouldn’t cost us too much to take care of. At least not to the tune of having to get a second mortgage. The papers were signed last night and we are officially under contract. Yay!

This concludes this episode in Adventures in Selling Your Home To Move Across The Country. Stay tuned for Whining About Corporate Apartments, Living (Temporarily) in Something The Size of a Matchbox With 2 Cats, 1 Dog, and a Man, With No Room for Yarny Things. (To be released around the first of June.)