Unfortunately, I'm not going to close on the house before the end of the month. If it's not one thing, it's another. I'm waiting on my divorce decree from Colorado Vital records - that should be here sometime this week. Also, something is wrong with the termite bond - like there was previous damage, but it's been repaired and the letter doesn't say that. And then there's the fact that the letter from the contractor sounds like a 3rd grader wrote it. I'm calling a certified structural engineer out to the house to have a look at it. I don't trust these people!
So, I rented a storage today and started filling it with boxes. Wooooopieeeee! I'm going to move all the little stuff this week, rent a truck this weekend, and bribe my students with a weekend review session in exchange for helping me load and unload my stuff. Is that bad? I'd ask my colleagues, but if I close in 2 weeks I'll need to ask them to help then - and I don't want to ask them twice.
Come Sunday, I will officially be homeless. Woot! I figure I can sleep in the back of the car and shower at the gym. I'm joking. I'll rent a hotel room - one of those seedy weekly motels. Who knows, maybe I'll get to meet a modern day Southern Charles Burkowski.