About a month or so ago, our college kid was walking to work from campus and saw this cute little white house that she thought Mr. P and I would like to rent for the two years while I either get tenure and we build, or I don't get tenure, try to get tenure again, then build, or try to get tenure two times then move. I tried calling and calling and got no answer and no call backs. Then a few days ago, Mr. P and I decided, you know what? We will just stay put, moving is a pain, blah blah. I was semi-sad because I really, really want to be able to walk to work. Really.
Then today, my sister calls me and asks me to check out a house she found online. I did. I won't steal her posting thunder regarding her new digs, but suffice it to say, I think they are going to really like living there.
While stalking my sister's house, I saw the little house the college kid told me about (that is 1.6 miles from my office without considering the across campus shortcut that would take me right by Starbucks) and I texted Mr. P and he called, and it sounds like it might be a match. We are going to visit it and talk to the owner on April 9th. So my sister and I might both be moving this summer.
Here is the crazy part. I would live 2 minutes from my sister. ON FOOT. LITERALLY. I Google Mapped it.
For the last 9 years we have lived hundreds and hundreds of miles apart. In 5 months we could live .1 miles apart. Right now we are both nearly giddy with the possibilities. If you could, would you want to live .1 miles from your sister? Keep in mind my sister has my (to be) 3 year old nephew!
Oh, thank you all so much for the kind words and pep talks over the last couple of days. What is weird is that today I am basically over the rejection, and still on track for healthy, healthy, healthy with no guilt on that front. I am actually about to go run to help counteract some green beers I will be enjoying this evening. Thanks bloggers!