Superstition
Right, so part of the reason I haven’t announced where my new job is and all is what I understand to be their notion of professional discretion. Which is fine; I don’t mind that at all.
The rest is pure superstition. This job doesn’t exist for real until all the papers are signed and they can’t change their minds short of me doing something so unbelievably stupid that even I wouldn’t do it.
So I haven’t done nearly as much about getting the house ready for sale and packing as I perhaps should. The job isn’t real yet, so the move isn’t real yet. I’ve been limiting myself to tasks the house needs anyway. Peeling paint off the bathroom ceiling in preparation for repainting isn’t the weariest job ever, but it’s certainly tiresome. I’ll break the tedium today with washing and sealing the deck, since we’re due a couple of rainless days.
We’re also getting a new hot water heater today. The house inspector gently called the current one “near the end of its useful life” before we bought this house, and that was six and a half years ago. It still works… but it’s the kind of thing that turns prospective buyers off, and it’s not so expensive to replace that it’s worth leaving it to the new folks.
The job papers should arrive today or tomorrow. Then everything’s real.