We officially sold our house on Friday. We packed up our shit, signed the paperwork and hightailed it out of there to stay with my parents until we can find our forever home. It was terrified right up until the last minute that things would fall through. That the buyer would change her mind. That she would completely pull out of the deal. She didn't. Everything was fine.
It was exhilarating and humbling and sad all at once. I loved that house. It was our first home together and where we really became a family. It has memories of Halloween parties and newlywed fights and poker games and 3 am feedings. But we really had outgrown it. We're ready for more space and more rooms and just...more. It's also very humbling to have to suck it up and move in with my parents for a few months while we save and find a new house. Not exactly where I expected to be, but there's not much that can be done about that.
|This is the best idea ever. They drop the pod off for a few days, you pack it up and then they pick it up and store it. No moving trucks.|
So here's to moving on and all the happiness and bittersweetness that that entails.