So I realized as I was getting this ready to publish that I wrote about my house and moving again. Yes, it might get annoying. But it is Sunday and it is my brain dump. How could this not be on my brain? I just worry about all my readers as I obsess about finding a house, and then packing, and then physically moving, and then unpacking, and then getting familiar with my surroundings.
Oh yes. There’s more where this came from. If it gets really dull, maybe I’ll throw a llama into the story for good measure.
I feel strangely calm tonight (it’s Saturday night). It’s not like I had the best or most restful day ever. In fact, I spent most of the day with the constant battle that comes with mothering a 4 year old. It’s better than it was a few weeks ago but the struggles are far from over.
And the move and the house. I think I’ve passed a point where I feel okay with getting ready for the next step. The house is as clean as it ever will be. We had 2 showings in 2 days. I’m not worried. I just feel like our house will sell and it won’t be a nightmare and it will just all work out.
I’ve had twinges of panic and tears as I think about leaving this place but I’m trying to look forward. In fact, I’ve been looking more than forward. I’ve been looking online!
Thank God for online real estate searches. I’ve been looking everywhere from Virginia to Maryland and even Pennsylvania. I fantasize about buying the old carriage house on the Susquehanna River and then dream instead about a brand new house with granite countertops.
Either way, I’m sad to leave our house but mainly because I can’t start to see and get excited about the next chapter yet. But it’s coming.
So the house is clean dna ready and on the market. And even though I now spend most of my days obsessing about a crumb on the floor or wrinkle on the comforter or trash left in, of all places, the trashcan, I feel strangely at ease. Everything is as it should be and now I can wait. Wait and look and research and actually relax and enjoy.
We headed out to the outlet malls today to get some shopping done. I felt completely relaxed knowing that the house is where it needs to be and we had nothing pressing to get home to. I also am starting to realize how keeping up with chores can maybe give me this feeling a little more often. As long as I don’t have to continue to obsess about crumbs.