We’ve moved. We’re in our new home in the Three Chimneys subdivision of Cumming, Ga.
That’s about 35 miles north of city. Exit 12 of 400, or the Sugarloaf exit off I-85, for those of you keeping score at home.
There’s so much to say about it, it’s overwhelming. It’s incredible how fast the whole thing happened. And both Jennifer and I weren’t able to take that much time off from work (me at my job, her managing the house and children). I can’t believe how much was accomplished in such a short time.
Some quick thoughts: -- Customer service, and getting a job done completely and thoroughly have been utterly lost somehow. Whether it is our rising expectations, the more compacted pace of business and life, or the negative result of more interconnected technology, the compartmentalizing and making components of tasks - something is simply causing things to not get done completely satisfactorily the first time. Everything that is done must be inspected, and it will likely be found wanting. The closing occurred on the correct day, but was delayed and wasn’t funded until the following day. The movers didn’t have a big enough truck, the Direct TV guy stole the Adelphia Internet guy’s cable and it was my problem, the Best Buy delivery guy couldn’t coordinate with us on the time he was coming to the house, and on, and on, and on.
-- So many things about the new house are great. Over time, I’m sure I’ll develop irritations, but I’m in love right now. One example – I car park my truck right by the front door of the house. And my bedroom door is right by the front door. So, if I heard those rascal Duke boys ride by and yell “Yi-Haw!” in the middle of the night, I could race to my truck in two seconds flat to start the chase. In the other house, I’d have to make my way to the front of house from the back, go down the entryway stairs, and walk out to the driveway. I’d never catch them that way. And Daisy would never respect that.
-- I really feel that we’ll be in this house a while, fortune, fate and God willing. I just don’t see why we’d move anytime soon. I see the kids going to college (again, God willing) while we are in this dwelling.
-- The drums are going upstairs! The playroom is upstairs! The whole house will quake when I decide to lay down a monstrosity of Grohl-like grooves.
-- The house in Lawrenceville will always be our house. Jackson w
as born there. We planted a Magnolia tree in the side of the yard.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX The Tree. Our Tree-------------------->XXXXXXXXXXXXX And Jennifer, Savannah and Parker’s initials are in the concrete below the deck in the back. It’ll be fun over time to watch the tree grow and sneak a peek to see if our initials are still there. Whoever owns that house and the land, it will always still be ours. We’ll see over the years how Jackson’s growth compares to that of the tree.
