Moving

A suite ... sweet!
I have been preparing our new guest suite, the former playroom, for the arrival of my mother in late March. She has, pending a successful closing, sold her house and is moving to Oregon!  I know, such big and sudden news, especially since she never actually put her house on the market. Let me explain.

Mom has been targeting this spring to put her house in Colorado on the market and move out to Portland. She bumped into an old friend, Charlotte, who is now a Realtor and mentioned she was moving. Charlotte contacted her a while later because she had a client who was looking to move back to Eaton since the husband went to school in Eaton. The couple comes to look at her house, Mom shows them around because she was there. She said she pointed out all the trees in the yard, where they came from, etc. The couple loved the house and yard and decided to go ahead with the sale. Actually, there was a minor hiccup in there, but the meat of the story is: couple sees house --> couple wants house --> Mom and couple agree on a price --> Mom signs contract to sell it. So the caveat here is that the inspection still needs to be done and the loan processed, but assuming that goes well, she'll close at the end of February, rent back a month, then move out here in March!

Oh, and a fun little twist to the story: turns out that client is Mom's former student from when she taught 4th grade.

Mom is going to live with us for x months while she gets her bearings here in Portland. After the shock of the move and huge change has worn off, then she can think about whether she wants to rent or buy, or possibly live with us a little longer.  She and Barkley will be occupying our newly appointed guest suite (aka the playroom aka the basement). On Sunday, I moved all the toys from the now-guest-suite to the newly appointed playroom upstairs. Today I worked more on the guest suite and relocating the things in a large armoire we have in that room. That armoire will used as a hanging closet for Mom since the room, while large, doesn't have a closet in it.

I also need to get our garage cleaned since we're going to store Mom's stuff in the third car space. As I told D, there's nothing I enjoy more than moving stuff from one space to another, reorganizing it and decluttering it. I have no idea why I love it, but damned if I didn't jump out of bed after 4 hours of sleep and create a new playroom for Avery on Sunday.