on the dotted line
It's official: we're poor again.
We started this process six years ago, when Q was an infant and Morgan was not yet in school. Many of our friends have been at it longer. None of us really thought it would take this long.
We have been tumbling through this long dark tunnel for so long, bouncing against the walls and trying desperately to keep our bearings, I got used to the idea that this wasn't actually going to happen. It became normal to think of cohousing as this lovely, distant fantasy -- something that might happen, someday, in the remote future, but certainly not any time soon.
That became so deeply rooted in my thinking that I didn't quite notice when, suddenly, everything was actually happening. All of a sudden, houses were being completed, we were applying for mortgages, and people were moving in.
It's been a rollercoaster of a transition. You mean that after all this planning and anticipation, we're not just going to be talking about it any more? We're actually going to be living side by side with these nutcases? What the hell am I doing? Have I lost my senses? Can we actually do this?
We will. I have. And we can. We're poor again, but in the most important sense, we are very, very wealthy. Happy tax day, everyone.