I'm Moving Into The Carriage House!

I called Carla today and notified her officially that I'm going to be her new tenant. I'm so happy. It just feels right. Carla already feels like an old friend. She's a francophile like I am - her coffee table books are French Dreams and French Tea - and we keep talking about French movies and French singers and French food. I told her how I'd found an old steno pad that I'd used to take notes during a French cooking class I'd taken when I lived in Paris, and all the notes are in French. Even though there are only two closets in the entire apartment (the house is almost 100 years old), there's lots of wall space so I'm going to be able to bring more furniture than I'd originally planned, which will help with the storage. I can't wait until my first morning when I wake up and take my morning coffee out on the balcony overlooking that gorgeous garden. I bet I sleep better that first night than I've slept in months. It's such a relief to know I have a place to go to and to be able to plan what I keep and don't keep. My sister kept telling me to stop worrying and to trust that everything would work out. She was so right.

There are so many things about the carriage house that make it perfect for me for right now, but one thing that everyone has pointed out is that there will be somebody nearby just in case something happens to me, ie I fall or something. Everyone's been so worried about me, going up and down these stairs and moving boxes and getting physically tired with no one around.

So I go to sleep tonight with sweet dreams in my head. The clock is still ticking, but there's a yellow brick road leading to a happy destination.