Yep, we moved. We listed the old Chez Squirrel, figuring that it would take a while to sell, what with real estate still being in the doldrums in our area, and then WHAM! An offer the next freakin' day. And a contract the day after that. And closing a month and a half later.
Just my opinion, but moving during the Alabama summer sucks. It is real estate silly season up here, amplifying an already more robust market than in BHM. We weren't able to find a new place that we liked enough back in HSV in time, so we are two weeks settled into a rental house (the same one we lived in 13 years ago). Squeezing 2500 sq ft into less than 1500 sq ft has been an interesting exercise. For the first week the house looked like it belonged on one of those shows about hoarders, but I have vanquished most of the cardboard boxes to the attic or the storage Pod in the backyard. The furniture arrangement is creative, and the yarn stash is staying boxed up for the duration. Creative juices are not flowing right now.
The best thing about the rental house, other than it being available when we needed it and the terms under which we have it, is the old gas stove in the kitchen. It looks like a total piece of crap, is a PITA to clean, and the upper oven doesn't work, but those dinky-looking burners are dreamy to cook on (well, the two front ones anyway, can't really reach the back ones). I learned to enjoy cooking on this stove, and the schmancy dual fuel, sealed burner one I bought for the old Chez.
