We did it! We sold the house in the DC
Metro area and bought a new one. In an amazingly short period of
time. In this real estate market I am in shock my house was only on
the market for less than a week and we got 4 offers. And then we were
in a bidding war for the house we wanted, but in the end in all worked
out. And now we are moving. In 6 weeks.
I'm lucky in that most
of my belongings are in a POD already. But when I think about packing
up the rest of the house I literally break out into hives. And then
there are all the change of address phone calls. And home inspections
to schedule. And closings. And both my husband and I work.
And I was the one who decided this was a good idea
I can't forget about my four year old. How exactly does one do
this? I've lined up my parents to take him overnight the night before
we move so we can dismantle his bed, and he will sleep there again the
night after so we can put it back together. The actual day of the move
he will be at camp. But I'm not exactly sure he gets it. This is the
only house he has ever lived in. Will he be sad? Excited?
Traumatized? How do I make this easier on him? Are there books?
Videos? Does Blue ever move?
I can't stop feeling like this all
went TOO WELL. That something is going to go wrong. I am waiting for
the proverbial other shoe to drop. Our house won't pass inspection.
Or the new house won't appraise. Our buyers will walk. Something,
anything will go wrong. Meanwhile I've stopped sleeping and eating and
I'm drinking all the wine in our house. Hey, it is one less thing we
will have to move.
There is not doubt in my mind that we bought
the perfect house for us. It was love upon first site. I even put a
contract on it while my husband was away on a business trip, I was so
worried we would lose it. I bought a house before my husband even saw
it. But the minute he walked in he got it. This was it, this was the
house for us. We just need to make it 6 weeks without anything going
wrong.
I just keep reminding myself we are never doing this
again. This is my last house. Ever. I have never experienced
anything more stressful. Taking the Bar Exam was less stressful. My
next move is in a pine box.
