Official... I guess?

This week I have been helping out with Jr. High Band Camp, and upon my arrival at home after band camp on Monday, my Momma had some pretty exciting news. The sale of our house has been finalized, the closing day is September 12th! We set the closing day for the house in Unadilla for September 12th as well. Mom also said that on September 12th we will leave for school from our house here, but when we go home we will go home to the house in Unadilla. I am excited, but I am worried about moving during the school year. The first time I moved, I had two weeks to get my room organized before school, the second time I had an entire summer, and now I will only have a few hours when I get home (after school and softball practice). I have not actually seen the inside of this house, so I am a little curious as to what it is like. Momma told me that my room is the smallest because they had to give Rudy the biggest room because he is going to have to get a super long bed because he is going to be so flipping tall. Today when we were shopping Mom and I were talking about my room colors and decorations and such. I'm not a fan of a lot of decorative items, I think they just make rooms look cluttered. I am a big fan of simplicity. Momma and I decided that my colors are going to be yellow and grey. Ideas were flowing through both of our heads about verses that can be put on the walls and a hamper to match my blanket and an antique desk that we are going to paint and use and such. But then I pointed out that I would be moving out in two years anyway, so why put so much effort in to it. This created a dreary awkward silence, but then Momma said that it would be worth it even for the short amount of time.

I am very excited for our new house, except for one thing... it is in town. We are NOT town people. We yell, we fight, we walk around in minimal clothing, we are obnoxious, we are messy, we are Stofers! It will be interesting to see how this all works out. I can guarantee that the cops will be called at some point. Our neighbors are going to hate us. There is a reason that we live at least a mile from all possible neighbors and surround our house with a tree line. Also, the house only has a two car garage... that won't work with our 5 and 1/2 vehicles. (Rudy's pick-up currently is not able to be driven yet, so I only count that as half of a vehicle. It's so funny to watch him try to work on that thing. Last week he was out there almost the entire day just cleaning up rat poop and removing some gas tanky thingy. That thing seems to complicated to actually fix.) It's not going to be an easy adjustment, but I am excited that I will only have to drive 5 miles to school! That cuts off at least 30 minutes of driving time per day. It will be wonderful, and maybe then my parents will stop nagging me about my gas bill. Some kids fear the day when their phone bill comes in the mail... I, on the other hand, fear the day when my gas bill comes in the mail. It usually ends in catastrophe, and by catastrophe, I mean a lot of chores. On the bright side, school starts this week! Only two more years!