Dear Holly: Your Fancy Cleaning Shoes

8 years, 2 months.

Dear Holly,

As our family is apparently just days away from finally moving into our house in Alabama that we have been renovating since March, you have been finding ways to help us prepare for the move.

That includes tidying up our current living space at Nonna and Papa’s house.

Nonna sent me a picture of you cleaning the floors in one of the rooms. I suppose you were being quite thoughtful and considerate, as you apparently invented some special shoes out of Ziploc bags; to prevent your feet from getting the floor dirty again.

Thank you for doing your part!

Love,

Daddy

We Are Not “Settled” in Our House Yet… But We Did Sell our Tennessee Home

As I am now regularly seeing people in Fort Payne (I have recently moved back exactly 25 years after graduating high school from here), the immediate question I get is an optimistic, “Are you all settled in now?”

I then explain that we are still waiting on the cabinets to be fully installed and we are also finishing up some of the bathroom renovations.

The next question: “Well, are you at least moved in to your new house?”

I again disappoint by answering that we still have our belongings split between our new house and my parents’ house.

The third question is now less enthusiastic than the first two: “Do you know when you might be able to move in?”

I turn the question back on them: “I was hoping you could tell me, actually?”

In a last ditch effort to obtain some kind of hopeful response from such a realistic narrator, the final question: “Did you at least sell your house in Tennessee?”

And with that, I get to officially give a confident and direct answer: “Yes we did! Last week, we paid $150 for a mobile notary to drive to our house so we could sign the papers to complete the sale- and to prevent us from having to drive back to Nashville.”

Now, if you’re looking for a more humorous version of that answer, then I would go on in detail to tell it like this:

It mattered to me that that whoever ended up buying our home was worthy. We not only invested in major upgrades each year, but we also took immaculate care of it: No smoking, no dogs, no cats, and no shoes on in the house.

There was surely some psychology involved in our decision a few years ago when we decided to get all new flooring in our Tennessee home; that the entire stairway and upstairs floor would exclusively be white carpet.

When you have white carpet in your home, with kids, it means that by default, you have to hold yourselves to a higher standard as the homeowners to take especially good care of it.

Therefore, we made it a rule that that anyone who came to see our house to potentially buy it had to take off their shoes at the front door. The thing is, we couldn’t enforce that since they were visiting our home while we were not there.

So starting with the very first visitors, I carefully surveyed all the white carpet to look for any evidence of shoeprints.

And sure enough, the very first visitors definitely wore shoes on our white carpet despite.

It was the ultimately betrayal. I felt like Willy Wonka when Charlie didn’t give back the Everlasting Gobstopper at first…. like Michael Scott when he thought Jan cheated on him… like Larry David when he discovers a person doesn’t use drink coasters… like Chris Harrison realizing some of the contestants might not be there for the right reasons. In the likeness of that classic Seinfeld character we all know, I angrily muttered to myself, “No house for you!”

I immediately announced to my wife and our real estate agent, that whoever visited our house just now, I know for a fact: They are not serious about buying our house. Next!

Of course, I was right.

Like Jason Segel in I Love You, Man… I had easily and accurately predicted that person was not serious about buying my house.

Beginning with the 2nd visitor, our agent sent us a box of shoe covers for everyone to wear to place at our front door.

Fortunately, we only had to show our house for one week before the right buyers came along. I was relieved because I work from home; meaning I had to magically disappear for an hour when I received the 2 hour notice that new visitors had scheduled a viewing. It only took 5 viewers seeing our house in that one week for the right buyer to make an offer.

But yes, we now officially sold our house in Tennessee. The money has been transferred to our account.

So despite the ongoing ambiguity of when we are finally going to move into our Alabama home, and thereafter, actually “settle in”, we can at least check one more huge item off the list:

We sold our Tennessee home for about double what we paid for it 9 year-and-half years ago and our house only had to be on the market for one week and have 5 viewers.

If I wasn’t so distracted by the remaining renovations on our Alabama home, I might actually be able to a moment to celebrate that!

Officially: Our goal is to officially move in this weekend, making it exactly 4 weeks that we have lived with my parents during the transition.

We Have Moved to Alabama, But Still Not “Settled In”

Hi, my name is Nick Shell. I am 43 years old. And I live with my parents… as do my wife and kids.

I certainly don’t see myself as a pessimist. But I definitely do see myself as a realist. If I keep my expectations low, I put myself in a position where I am less likely to be disappointed.

Therefore, it is no surprise to me that we are still likely a couple more weeks away from actually being settled in to our house we purchased in Alabama; which we basically gutted other than the sheetrock.

At some point, my subconscious desire to symbolically “start over” with my new life in Alabama led me to have a Pedro moment:

Each contractor is somewhat dependent on at least one of the others before they can do their job. The new flooring had to go in first, but that contractor was delayed when the flooring materials we chose were out of stock for three weeks. That meant the cabinets nor the toilets and sinks could be installed.

Once the new flooring was finally installed, that meant we had to put up new base boards and door trim. Instead of hiring a crew to do that, my family decided to tackle that project, like we did with ripping up the old floor and tearing out the old cabinets back in March; which is saving us thousands of dollars.

Meanwhile, my wife and I continue to work our full-time jobs from home during the day, then afterwards, we switch over to our “2nd job”: house renovations.

Oh right… I successfully drove a 26 foot moving truck 3 hours across Monteagle and never hit a pole or another car. Seriously, how was I qualified to drive that thing?

I remain fascinated by the Enneagram numbers of everyone involved in our big move and renovations.

Below is a review of the Enneagram Numbers. The number after the “W” indicates which of the numbers next to your main Enneagram number is the more dominant “wing” of the number next to yours. For example, I am Enneagram 9 (the negotiator) but I also heavily rely on the traits of an 8 (the challenger) as well.

1- The Reformer; 2- The Helper; 3- The Achiever, 4- The Individualist, 5- The Investigator, 6- The Loyalist, 7- The Enthusiast, 8- The Challenger, 9- The Mediator

My friends Kenny and Mohamad, with their dominant “1 wing” were extremely instrumental in our moving truck being properly loaded. Had it been left to me, I would have arrived in Alabama with a truck full of broken glass!

Mohamad’s wife Lena was there to help us with some much-needed last minute packing the morning I left with the moving truck.

Similarly, I fundamentally depend on my brother-in-law Andrew and his dominant 1 wing to manage all the precise measurements as he has ultimately assigned himself as “Door Trim and Base Board Manager”.

Sort of behind the scenes, my sister has been in charge of painting all the boards for those base boards and door trim.

And since most of the renovation had been taking place before we actually moved to Alabama, we especially depended on my mom to show up to let the contractors in, often on a moment’s notice.

My dad, being an Enneagram 8, has served as the ultimate “Renovation Boss” over the whole process.

Similarly, my wife who is also an 8, has been the Project Manager ever since the planning stage. Notably, she keeps all our contractors in line!

In the midst of all this, I am in a similar situation with the drawn-out process of my first book being published this year. There’s a rumor it may actually be coming out some time this summer…

Perhaps by the time the new school year begins, we will be fully moved into our own house, my book will be published, and I will have hair again.

Dear Jack: Shootin’ Cicadas in Alabama

13 years, 6 months.

Dear Jack,

Last week while Mommy was on the phone with her boss, he asked how you and your sister were doing during the first official week after the move.

She told him: “Jack’s just outside shooting cicadas with his BB gun.”

He replied, “Well that sounds like the most Alabama answer you could have possibly given me!”

Based on the rate things are going with all the renovations we are getting done, it will likely still be a few more weeks before we are actually living in our Alabama home; as we are temporarily living with Nonna and Papa.

Hopefully there will be enough cicadas to be shooting in the meantime.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Got to Ride in the Moving Truck

8 years, 1 month.

Dear Holly,

As I drove the moving truck from our home we are selling in Tennessee to the home we are moving into and renovating in Alabama, the cab was filled with guitars and TV screens.

However, after we unloaded the truck at our Alabama home, I had to drive a little over an hour to return the truck in Georgia.

Your brother turned down my amazing and generous offer. But you did not.

We were sitting up as high as most 18 wheeler trucks.

Whereas in a normal car you can barely see out the window, in the 26 foot long moving truck, you had what was basically an aerial view; compared to what you are used to.

I was so happy for you to keep me company, riding shotgun in the moving truck!

Love,

Daddy