I bought a new vacuum cleaner today, as part of our commitment to being happy where we are instead of waiting and hoping for a chance to move. It replaces the vacuum cleaner that we owned for an hour or two on Friday and then lost.
As soon as I got the new vacuum home, we got an email from the landlord's lawyer saying he'd release us from the lease. We can move! I think Nicole would be content to stay, and the girls love the house, but it irritates me in a thousand ways and I can't wait to leave. (Yes, I'm the high-maintenance one here.) So, we're moving. There are two candidate apartments, both lovely, and I think we'll decide in the next couple days which we'll take.
I'll miss a few aspects of Yemin Moshe. It's a gorgeous neighborhood, and the quiet alleyways are magical at night. But I won't miss the 110 steps up to the parking lot, the loud concerts at the adjacent amphitheater, or the many irritations of our particular house. It's time to go.
Best moment of the day: taking the girls to deliver a can of tuna to one of the billion stray cats that live here. The night air was cool and clear and it felt wonderful to be outside. We sat on the steps, watched our adopted-for-the-moment cat quietly eat its dinner, and I felt at home.
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