Mama just asked me what day was the actual moving date. I looked at the calendar and reality hit me like a concrete wall. If closing is the 9th, I need to have an empty house to clean on the 8th. So moving day is the 7th. ONE WEEK FROM TODAY!!! Wow.
This will no longer be where I call home or lay my head at night. I'm not sure how I really feel about this. On the one hand, it will be exciting to start a new adventure, but honestly I think that is romanticizing the truth of this move: I'm nervous and my heart is sad. I think it is the fact that this is a tangible sign of the end of my marriage. I mean, let's get real, it was over 2.5 years ago, but selling the house is a permanent kind of thing. Once we sell it that is it; it is gone..no longer ours. Closure, it is a beautiful, healthy, painful thing.
Today, we will be one step closer to all the "dump" items being gone. Almost all of the junk is out of the house and in the garage, waiting to be loaded on a truck and taken to the dump. I will probably send my sofa to the dump when I move, but I'd like to sit on it for the next week. Hardwood floors are rough on your butt...I'd rather not sit on them.
The next move is to get a Pod or a few Smartboxes here. I think that will be less stressful for me. I can pack it over a couple of days, and I do not need a truck to move my stuff.
Here is to one more week.
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