House-less

Our house is sold. Here’s a picture of one of our last meals in the old house. We called it “floor soup.”

We haven’t found a new place. We’re currently staying in my parents’ basement.

Humor is my go-to for dealing with things, so I’ve been joking about becoming homeless or being homeless for weeks now.

Except I realized that that’s not fair to people who are actually, really, truly homeless. We may be house-less, but we aren’t homeless. We have a handful of places that we can stay, we just don’t have anything permanent figured out. So now I’ll declare us “house-less” instead.

Every spare moment of the last month or so was spent strategically sorting and packing everything we own. Now that we’re house-less, I should have more spare time. But somehow being house-less is a vortex, and all the spare time I should have now is spent just trying to be alive. Or trying not to be an overwhelmingly irritating tenant.

We’ve continued to scour the listings and tour houses in person. A few have been disappointing because of wet basements. As someone with a basement as a primary residence, this is a deal-breaker. Some have required more work than we’re able to do. We did make an offer on one house, but the homeowners accepted another offer.

We hope to visit a few more houses on Wednesday, so it’s our prayer that the right thing comes up then or at least sooner rather than later. We’ll see.