The Last Night

I just spent my last night here in my house in Hamden, CT. I can't believe it. When Marty and I moved in here three years ago (see August 17, 1999 entry) we thought we'd be staying a long time. I know we both thought we'd be in this house a lot longer than three years. We thought we'd be here long enough to redo both the bathrooms, the kitchen, the upstairs rooms. We thought we'd have a kid here.

Plans change. If this summer has been a lesson in anything, it's that. We never thought we'd be selling the house after three years. We certainly never thought we'd be selling the house to move to Germany.

But it's all good. We've had some great times here. So many fun visits with our families and friends, three happy Christmases, so much progress made on our various projects... I have done a lot of personal growing here, too. I wasn't exactly a different person three years ago, but I have certainly grown a lot here.

Last night I went over for dinner with Amanda and Frank. It was so good to see them both. And dinner was great! Then Amanda and I watched On the Line, which is one of my favorite guilty pleasures. (We were going to watch Amelie, which I really do want to see, but we figured, why watch an Oscar-nominated French film when you could be admiring how good Lance Bass looks in clothes?!)

And now the movers will be here an hour or so to finish loading my stuff for storage. Another chapter comes to a close...