5 nights in the desert, the longest time I’ve ever spent at a single hotel. Soaking in the sun by the pool, trying to save it all up for the next few dreary months until spring here. Bedside grocery store carnations and stacks of magazines. Room service breakfast on the balcony, looking out over the palms & pretending we’re in Egypt circa 1905. (This book about the Carnarvon estate – aka Downton Abbey – certainly helped.) A confection of a handbag by Marni, made possible by the ridiculous outlet stores in the desert – I’m scared to use it until the winter salt and grime have subsided. My first trip to the Rose Bowl, & a tiny luncheon with lovely ladies – Becca, Alix, Mariela, Amber, & Lyn! EEE.
I’m not ready to start up my life back in Vermont yet, still reeling and confused, walking back into a house I now own. I keep feeling stunned, I own this, at the weirdest moments; staring up at the skylight, looking at the tin ceiling. It’s crazy. I know people buy houses every day, but it wasn’t even on the list of things to do right away. It didn’t feel possible. Here’s a secret: if you ever want me to do something, get me mad. This entire house-buying adventure was kicked off by a different rental house in Vermont we were interested in, but the landlords raised the price as more people replied to the ad. There was pacing & there was ranting. Furious, when Sean showed me the listing for this house and I saw it was for sale, I vowed NO MORE LANDLORDS.
& now, here we are. Back to work tomorrow, & then a weekend of home improvements. Welcome to our new life.