We’re starting to order parts and pieces for the new house as we come across exceptionally good online deals from reputable companies. A great way to save some moola? Possibly. But it’s also chancy to buy some big-ish ticket items sight unseen. The restocking fees are often jaw-droppingly high too. I’m fully expecting an anxiety filled adrenaline rush with each purchase until the boxes are unpacked and manhandled for quality and usability.
Right now the kitchen sink for the new house is resting comfortably in a bedroom at the old house. This doesn’t feel right to me – it’s as if we’re courting a new mistress with lovely gifts right under the nose of a faithful spouse. I’ve gotta get over anthropomorphizing this old house soon or risk being a guilty wreck until we move.

