You may find this hard to believe, but earlier this week I gave my 30-day notice on my beloved Linda Land, the amazing apartment I've been renting since February. Linda Land began as a place to enjoy some peace and quiet when I was living in my boyfriend's house with his young children, who were there at least half the time. Then in early May, we broke up (for good, I said!) and I moved out completely and Linda Land became my full-time digs.
Oh, how I love Linda Land, with it's amazing view of the entire Las Vegas Valley, the balcony, the pools and hot tubs... and of course, my shabby-chic decor. I took this video back in June.
My sister Lori couldn't freakin' believe my apartment when she was here a couple of weeks ago. I told her I could feel the winds of change, though, and Linda Land would be time-limited. But I assured her I wouldn't give this up for anything less.
I saw online that the house I grew up in at 8 Lincoln Avenue in Albany is for sale. That's the one I mention in my book, with five kids, two parents, a dog... and one bathroom.
Yep, seven of us in 1160 square feet. And now I'm moving into a house more than three times that size.
You never know how life is going to twist and turn. If you'd told be a month ago I'd be living in a house like the one I'm about to move into, well, I probably wouldn't have been too surprised. But if you told 16-year-old Linda Haber, the skinny cheerleader/bus driver's daughter from Lincoln Avenue, that someday she'd be a author and comedian living in Las Vegas in a freakin' a "Beverly Hillbillies" house complete with a cee-ment pond... I think it would have been out of the scope of her imagination.
Dream big, people.
So how did this all come about? How did I go from sleeping on an air mattress in 1-bedroom Linda Land to a place like this?
You know, in the three years I've been writing this blog, I don't think I ever left you with a cliff hanger. Until now. Tune in Saturday!
(I agree--I'm such an a-hole.)