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Some places are like people: some shine and some don't.

Start saving boxes for me, because I might be moving. The deal is this, I've offered to live in my old house, now owned solely by my step daddy, while he rents an apartment in the coastal town up north, which is the location of his new job. He was going to commute this year, while he finished up some work on the house, and then sell it and move up there next year. The commute is about 60-70 each way, I think it's about a 150 miles per day. But he leases his car, and the amount of extra money he'd have to pay for mileage is ridiculous. So he mentioned to me that he was going to have to drive his older truck. But I had a better idea.

I told him that if he wanted to find an apartment or something up there, I would move into the house, but pay his rent on the apartment for the next year. He'd save money on gas and mileage, not to mention all that time he'd save. I'd get to move out of my stupid apartment, and into a house that I love. And he'd still have easy access to it for whatever it is he wants to do to it before he sells it. And storage rights. See? perfect. I didn't think he'd take me up on it, he said he was going to think about it. But last week, he called me to ask me if i really wanted to do it, and I said, "hell yeah!" He's going to be looking for places up north this week. I know I couldn't count on it until it's a done deal, but I am really excited and already planning how I am going to arrange the furniture. I love that house.

He wouldn't have to even ask if I were serious, if he came home to my apartment every evening for a week. The other night I came home to a hallway smelling of green peppers [ I hate green peppers] and two safeway shopping carts. [Magically, these safeway shopping carts have mated, because when I left this morning, there were four of them. ] There was a new trike in the hallway, because that's where the kid next door does the majority of his game playing. In the hallway. In my apartment, the air was hot and still, and faintly green peppery smelling.

The tricycle brings to mind a conversation with Mr. Moon. I was talking to him on the phone. And I mentioned that the kid next door was out on his big wheel, riding up and down the hallway while screaming. His reply?

"If he starts saying 'redrum,' get the hell out of there!!"

All work and no play make Jodi a dull... well, let's face it... The chances of Jodi ever pulling off All Work are pretty remote.

Posted by jodi at août 16, 2004 03:47 PM

DUDE! he is willing to take you up on it? that rules. =)

Posted by: arifa at août 16, 2004 05:28 PM

i know! i love that house. with all it's tall tall fir trees, keeping everything cool and shady. it's soooo ..... WASHINGTON. and it's got the long narrow hallway, with the hardwood floors, just perfect for the socky feet run n' slide. AND the washer and dryer. AND the huge picture window with a bird feeder right outside. a bird feeder fiercely protected by squirrels. no stupid birds in my yard!!

Posted by: jodi at août 16, 2004 09:45 PM

Good luck. I always wanted to move back into my parents' old house, but in my case the old phrase "you can never go home again" was literal; The place looks like it was condemned.

Thank you, urban redevelopment.

Posted by: Thomas at août 17, 2004 09:50 AM

so if you move back there, will you sleep in your old room or in the master bedroom? i've often thought about moving back into my parents' place, too, but i just can't ever imagine myself in the master bedroom. i'm sure a psychologist would have a field day with that last sentence.

Posted by: arifa at août 17, 2004 12:57 PM

well, i don't know for sure, but i am assuming it will be the master bedroom. i'm guessing that ron will take his bed and stuff up to his new place, leaving the master bedroom empty. my old room is a guest room, which imagine will stay that way for when ron's back in town. and yes, i've given it some thought, and staying in the master bedroom is WEIRD. totally weird.

but how weird will it be for my stepdad to come home and stay in my old room. while i sleep in the master bedroom. weird.

Posted by: jodi at août 17, 2004 01:41 PM

It would be even more weird if he slept in the master bedroom while you were sleeping in the master bedroom.

Posted by: Thomas at août 18, 2004 05:47 AM