It was free…why do you ask?

The last time we went for a peek at our new condo ― we drive by and gaze at the construction about once a week ― the security guard asked us how much we paid.

“How much did you pay for your condo,” is a much more common question than I ever imagined. The next time someone asks me this I might be tempted to say. “Sure, I’ll tell ya but tell me first me first how much you make a year.”

So the new condo ― which for those who are curious but were too afraid to ask, cost more than the current one ― might be ready on time(ish). But since we close on this one at the end of the month, we will still be in an extended-stay hotel for a few weeks. Actually, I’m rather looking forward to hotel living.

I’m still packing and am in awe about how much stuff I own. (I have 11 boxes of books, is that unusual?) But there is a light at the end of the tunnel…soon this will all be over and we’ll be in a clutter-free hotel suite.

And soon (fingers crossed) after that the new condo will be home. I can’t wait to begin unpacking all the junk I have collected over my lifetime. At least there will be twice as much room to arrange it in.


  1. Good point, Trapper.
    There were close to 15 boxes at first. I donated many books already — ones that I imagine that I would not read again. Of the ones left, I haven’t read about 10 yet (1 box) and the others I think I will re-read. Besides, a house without books, to my mind, is an unfriendly one.

  2. What did you say? I never think quickly enough on my feet to give a witty reply — so I usually just say the figure. But I’m not good at remembering the exact number — so I tend to toss out a number that sounds close. But I always feel weired out by this question when posed by strangers or acquaintances. Or else I lie and say some ridiculously high or low number just for fun.

  3. Smart answer! Close friends I personally don’t mind telling — it’s the strangers I find the most odd.

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