I'm sitting in a hotel before spouse's graduation thing. This hotel is weird and here's no hairdryer in the room or to borrow, for some reason, so i'm waiting for my hair to dry and wondering if i should grab breakfast or just be extra hungry for lunch after the thing.

Spouse is anxious, i can tell. I think he is worried that something will go wrong last minute, because things have gone TOO well and he doesn't want to get his hopes up. Man, his parents did a number on him.

He has not been effusive about the house, but he also hasn't seen it, and homebuying is stressful enough when you can do a walkthrough, nevermind buying blind. I mean, it's not a mansion, but i think it's pretty nice (certainly nicer than the apt) and the more i think about it the more i can see us living there, and the more i become convinced that realistically, we couldn't do any better on our budget. So i hope he will lighten up once we get past some of these hurdles and things seem more settled.

I'm super energized to get moving now. Cannot wait to get back to alaska. I thought the timing of the move was bad but maybe it's perfect. Now that the kitties are safely moved it's easier to think so. Supposedly the little house has a 10x20' garden plot in the backyard. I couldn't see it - the backyard was one thick white lumpy snow blanket - but supposedly, it is there. Also supposedly there is a firepit. Summer could be nice.

Okay, let's see how funny my hair looks.