We lived with Meggan and Scott in Woodbury for over two months, and the time passed very quickly, as we settled into a comfortable (for us) life in the beautifully renovated lower level, with our own bathroom, wet bar and patio door exit. We often saw turkeys, rabbits, squirrels and songbirds from our quarters, the main level of the house and the wide deck overlooking the treed grounds, with an old barn and farmer's cornfield in the distance . Our hosts were welcoming and gracious, and we enjoyed their company.
After the turmoil of early June following the George Floyd murder, suddenly our move was imminent. We visited our homesite almost every day until our formal walkthrough, when the house was cleaned and made ready for occupancy. A week later, on June 30, we completed a final walkthrough with Brenden Englund, the construction manager, and then showed up at Ohio Title in St. Louis Park to sign closing documents.
The closing was a little bizarre in the new order imposed by COVID-19. We sat across a table from the closer, separated by a plexiglass divider in the table. Documents were passed back and forth under the divider, much as they would be at a bank with protective glass for the tellers. I, however, felt like a prison visitor and almost expected to be frisked.
After the turmoil of early June following the George Floyd murder, suddenly our move was imminent. We visited our homesite almost every day until our formal walkthrough, when the house was cleaned and made ready for occupancy. A week later, on June 30, we completed a final walkthrough with Brenden Englund, the construction manager, and then showed up at Ohio Title in St. Louis Park to sign closing documents.
The closing was a little bizarre in the new order imposed by COVID-19. We sat across a table from the closer, separated by a plexiglass divider in the table. Documents were passed back and forth under the divider, much as they would be at a bank with protective glass for the tellers. I, however, felt like a prison visitor and almost expected to be frisked.
In about 10 days, we'll celebrate two months in the new house. The challenges of the first few days, like finding towels and dinnerware, were replaced by slogging through moving boxes, buying necessities (mostly online), and making the house feel like home. Scott -- the project manager for this entire adventure -- installed dimmer switches in the dining room, family room, under the kitchen counters, in one bathroom. He's adding towel rails to the bathroom and laundry, and will soon hang pictures on the wall.
Some obstacles have been both frustrating and sometimes discouraging. Among these: getting our Xfinity (cable/Internet/phone) bill straightened out, managing furniture delivery and returns (delayed because of supply chain problems attributed to the pandemic), living in a field full of mud and weeds until landscaping was completed on August 8, the damage I inflicted on Bob's recliner -- a topic covered in another story.
We love our new house! So much efficiently used space with a convenient layout for everything. The window treatments provide control over light; temperature is consistent through the house; there is plenty of room for Bob and me to be together or do our own thing. The neighborhood is nestled into a small area near the Woodbury/Lake Elmo border, so we have easy access to the amenities of Woodbury and I-94/the I-494/I-694 loop circling the Twin Cities. Grocery stores are located a few minutes away, and parking lots aren't packed as they were in our former neighborhood.
People ask me if I miss the house we lived in for so many decades. The answer is always "no", though I feel a little sad that it was so easy to close the door on the past and move on. Only a little regretful, though -- I wake up happy every morning and am thrilled that everything is progressing as it should.
