Woo hoo!

Mrs. Waldron called at 7.15 this morning - she owns the purple house on South Road, across from Spittal Pond nature reserve, and she was choosing between all the applicants for the lease of the apartment I decided I wanted. Her husband had woken her on his way out the door to tell her she should call me and make my day by telling me I got the apartment. (I will hug that man's neck next I see him, he was right.)

So - I will move over probably March 7, provided the work permit actually comes thru Wednesday, as HR tells me it will, so I can scoot over and set up the bank account and the utility accounts before I move in.

The place is furnished to some degree, so now I get to play with how I will set the place up and what I need to have brought over from home as visitors come - and what I need to get immediately so I can move in. I have already contacted my 'good riddance girl', who handles the moves and estate sales of bunches of ex pats who leave at the end of their contracts. She took me with her Sunday to the residence of an executive's family to look at what they had for sale, and get an idea of what pricing relates to goods/quality. 'Deal', of course, is relative. But she is a terrific resource for all kinds of household effects, and is a rather cool person as well.

And - wonder of wonders - I got working email, even tho it will change before the end of the week to more accurately reflect my name. So now, starting my third week at the office, I can receive and send email in the gov.bm system. (I've kept my personal email account open at the office so coworkers could send to that.)

And a couple of the guys from inspections have offered to help get me moved, and most of them are carpenters and happy to help with minor projects.

And - this IS a small place - turns out that my boss's husband lived in this building (but another unit) for years, and Christine is very familiar with the place, pleased that that is what I ended up with. And ditto the chief plans officer - he lived around the corner for 14 years, and a 'lady friend' lived in one of the units. And one of my co-workers goes by twice a day taking her baby boy to her mom for daycare, and then picking him up, and she offers to rideshare.

So I'm bouncy happy.

Now - back to the guest quarters apartment to work on some reports...some things don't change!