And we do, we do own the place. This was the first time we walked around in it. Alone, not sharing the space with construction workers.
We were handed keys. Just three keys, out of 20-some that open various doors around our house in Santa Ana. That will have to be rectified, but for now, getting through our iron gates (two deadbolts) which guard an antique door (one fairly pointless lock) takes some time, and I’m bad with keys.
We showed off our new house to a friend, and then decided to head out for dinner. There’s no food in the fridge, much less furniture. Securing the house is quite the process! Casita upstairs locked? Check. Three sets of sliders downstairs? Check. Then, secure the main house. Two sliders and a big door connecting the house to the terrace? Check, check, check. Doors to the center courtyard? Check. Upstairs utility area? The two guest rooms and their sliders to the upstairs terrace? Check! Let’s go!
We lock the door to the street, then notice the window to the front guest room is open. Unlock, unlock, unlock. Close, lock, Out again, lock, lock, lock.
Let’s go eat! A few blocks down I realize I left my messenger bag in the living room. Everyone is tired, so I say I’ll sprint back to the house and grab it.
I realize what I’ve done. I subconsciously must have left it there so I could be in the house by myself! Not just us alone, me alone! Selfish me.
The feeling of entering the center hall was awesome. Tore through to the living room, pretending this was an everyday experience, swinging open the door and striding to the forgotten bag. It all took 45 seconds, and it’s a scenario I’ll keep alive in my head when I try to imagine what it will be like living there.
Construction began at the end of 2012. It concluded in May 2014. Working out the kinks is still ongoing. Moving in will take place … uh …
This week we’re buying furniture and having some pieces made. We plan to move in sometime next year, but for now, we hope to be ready for renters in January.