It’s Saturday night here in Toronto.

And no, this isn’t the post I promised, but it’s a bit of what I’ve been wanting to tell you, so here goes:

We bought a house.

It happened so fast. In fact, as I was walking into the Alicia Keys concert the other night, Rob called and said, “Guess what? The house is ours…” My sister and good friend, Pari, had to give me several glasses of wine afterward to help me, you know, balance out a little bit.

I danced all night.

And then, the next day, I had some buyer’s remorse. That’s just how I roll, I guess. But I’m good now, so not to worry.

We’re excited for our new home – although we think she’s about 60 or so – and move in early April. Yes, you read that right – we have a mere four weeks left in our apartment and another chapter is about to close. It’s bitter sweet, actually, since we’re leaving our beloved Roncesvalles village for one that has yet to be named, officially. Although there’s been a community vote I hear, and it looks like our new little neck of the Toronto woods will be dubbed the “East Junction” or something along those lines within the year. Good for property value, great for community morale.

So, that’s just part of my little secret and the other part… well.. it involves a major item being crossed of the List.

To Be Continued (don’t hate me!)….

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[UPDATE: I just want to say here, a special and heart felt THANK YOU to everyone who commented and emailed me about your "three things", which I mentioned in this post here. I mean, talk about making a girl's week! I have a couple more emails to return and will do that this weekend, you have my word. Thank you, thank you, thank you for letting me in.]