…but staying in Tampa. We found a buyer for our big old barn-style house and are moving into a newer one-story over in Riverview where I’ll be a bit closer to work.
I’ll miss the isolation and the trees, but not the mowing. I’ll miss my huge shop out back, which I rarely use. Instead I’ll have to pare down my tools and make them fit in half my garage. We won’t miss the musty smell of the kitchen or the squeaky upstairs floors or the Spanish moss.
The new house looks like this:
The weird spot over the garage door is where I obliterated the house number for posting.
At some point we’ll have to negotiate with the HOA for a cheerier color. In the meantime, we’ll live in a gray house. We can’t close until Nov. 1, because there are tenants, so we’ll be in a short-term rental for a month.
This has been a stressful year. I look forward to when it settles down.