As of late the Ashcroft’s are a hard duo to keep track of. Are they in Seattle? Did they move back to Phoenix? What part of Portland do they live in? Did they get deported back to New Mexico?
For those of you keeping track, Paige and I sojourned back to Phoenix in late August to do a bit / a whole hell of a lot of work on our house before putting it on the market. The plan was to make a killing on the house, basque in hundred dollar bills a la Huell from Breaking Bad and head back to the great Northwest to settle down in Portland.
As things go, our feeble plans didn’t play out exactly as anticipated. Remodeling the house took two months instead of two weeks, interest rates went up, the government shut down, a seller’s market became a buyer’s market, etc, etc. Our house has been on the market for about a month and with the Holidays inching ever closer, receiving an offer before the end of the year becomes more and more unlikely. We haven’t lost hope, but it’s becoming increasingly clear that the process is going to take much longer than we anticipated.
As Paige and I waited in purgatory, living like the Bluth’s hidden away in the attic of our model home, we received an intriguing offer. My sister and brother-in-law live in a small mountain town 3 hours Northeast of Phoenix named Pinetop (you probably didn’t know those existed in Arizona). They are preparing to welcome their third child to the world in January and between keeping up with their sassy 3 year-old daughter, homeschooling their son, working like crazy, and maintaining their gigantic cabin, they have their hands full. They proposed that we come and stay with them for the next few months in order to enjoy much more comfortable accommodations and help them with their kiddos as they gear up for baby number three. It’s a great arrangement for everyone.
You see, Paige and I have been living in an empty house with no internet and few comforts, sleeping on a trundle bed consisting of separate twin-sized mattresses that probably outdate us. We are forced to wake up every morning, hide our belongings, stage the house, clean the kitchen, sweep the floors, mop the floors and then spend most of the day away in order to allow Realtors to show our house. It’s basically Groundhog’s Day without any creature comforts.
Spending our days in a 3,000 square foot cabin tucked away in the pines with our own kingsized bed was a no-brainer. Of course, more important than that is the opportunity to spend the holidays with our family, something we haven’t been able to do in recent years.
On the work front, in addition to my usual freelance undertakings, I’m excited to make the most of this slower season of life by completing several personal projects as well as creating a new brand and online portfolio for myself. If all goes as planned I see this winter playing out something like the training montage from Rocky 4. Just with more sitting and drawing and less sprinting up snowy ascents.
So as of earlier this week and until at least late February, Paige and I are living in Pinetop Arizona, population 4,156. We are excited to be here and look forward to spending the next few months holed up by the fire with family.
See you in the Spring.