So we relocated to The Church. On New Year’s Eve, appropriately enough.
Not everything we need has come over with us yet, but we were able to spring most of the important furniture from our soon-to-be-useless storage unit out in Delburgh: A few antique tables, some fireplace pokers, and of course, our trusty inflatable mattress. The new stuff fell into place like puzzle pieces, as though the furniture had picked the apartment, all by itself.
Moving day was surprisingly simple. A perfectly-timed thaw in the weather made our few trips back and forth a breeze, and eliminated most of the ice on church property that our predecessor (a not-so-careful caretaker) left in his wake. We arrived here to find the driveways and paths like clean slates, with even the disturbingly spear-like icicles over the rec room dashed to bits in the driveway.
Now we’re here, and I feel like the most complicated riddle in the world just turned out to have the simplest answer.
For one, I barely have to drive anymore, which is amazing after all the ferrying back and forth in December. My job is barely five minutes away, and as for Bob’s job, he’s already at it.
And while we’re speaking of work, let’s discuss the wintry chores we’re doing on the property, which are suspiciously like the ones we performed on our own property–only suddenly, these chores come with free heat, free running water, and a cute apartment as incentive.
Collectively, this new gig is the Barnabas Collins to our “Dark Shadows”. We’re well into the show’s second season, but somehow we’re just getting started.