I'm still here - I swear! Just buried under furniture and boxes. Moving day was last Sunday; a bunch of people (including our realtor and mortgage broker - does that happen often?) came over to help us haul everything from the rental house to our new (purchased) home around the corner.
I didn't realize how much I didn't like renting until we got into the new place - before we relocated from VT last year, I'd owned my own homes for 20 years, and yes, I'd gotten spoiled. Even though we were responsible for all the money-sucking issues a house presents, I liked that we got to decide how we were going to handle those issues. Our new place is small (just under 1150 sf) but perfect for the two of us. It's in much better shape than our rental house and our stuff looks nicer now that it's in a prettier setting. We've still got a lot to arrange and unpack but I feel really at home here and can't wait to get fully settled in. I'll do pics later.
Tomorrow (the 10th) is my birthday. I'll officially be in my late 40s. I hope I don't have to act mature now or anything. I don't think I'd be very good at it, and why start now?