Ha. I'm Funny.
On Thursday, after the movers were done and the cleaning service did a move out clean, I walked through the house
when it was empty and spotless , and I felt nothing. Which is an odd thing to feel about a place you had lived for 8 years. Not sadness, not relief. Nothing. I was
just really nervous that for some reason the movers were going to be moving all my stuff back into that house. I never really believed this was going to happen. Even as I sit here, on the floor of the office in my parents house, because their wireless internet access only works if you are in the same room with the router therefore negating the point of wireless, with the keys to the new house in my purse, I still don't believe it is true.
But, it's done, it's over. We have sold our house and bought a house we will not live in for 30 days. With all the dama, the settlements were relatively drama free. The couple that bought our house was this lovely young couple with a baby and were so excited to be buying their first house. At the end of the settlement we clapped for them.
The house we bought, well, that was a little less happy. The couple that was selling that house is going through a rather contentious divorce and there was no clapping at the end. I was honestly just glad to get out of that room. It felt a little bit like my everyday at work.
But we have keys. And in 30 days it is ours.
And g-ddamn Verizon can still not figure out how to turn off my phone. I have called them 4 times. How hard is this? What are the chances of them showing up to install the internet at the new house?
Dear internet, I could not have survived this roller coaster ride without you. Your love and support during this past FOUR MONTHS OF HELL has been amazing.
And now I'm going to abandon you and go on vacation.