Monday, January 12, 2009
The Big Event
Well the day finally came. I thought I'd be a lot more excited than this. Instead I just feel kinda blah about the whole thing and not as filled with anticipation as I figured. Yup - we sold our house! After nine months on the market, 3 offers that botched, and I-have-no-idea-how-many showings - our house is under contract and set to close on Feb 3rd.
So as if I haven't been an absentee blogger already, I'm just here to say that will get worse. Getting a 5 BR home boxed up is no small task. And the problem is, I just don't feel like doing it. Any of it. I even looked into hiring packers but it would have been well over $1000 and I can't really justify spending that much on my sheer laziness. But we do really have to get our butts in gear since we basically have 3 weeks to pack up everything we own (short of a few things) and get it all to storage.
Yup - storage. We're building our next home and since the market is as horrid as it is we refused to break ground until we sold our current home. Now we have to finalize plans, get an architect to draw them up "officially", put them before the development review board, get subs lined up and materials chosen/priced out and then dig a really big hole. What will we be doing in the meantime? Living with my parents. Yeah. All of us. For about eight months near as we can guess. My husband is a saint. Of course when he remembers he'll be saving about $3000/month by doing that, he seems quite content. And honestly we're very lucky to have parents nearby who will let us crash their empty nest for a bit.
We save money, get instant babysitters, and a free ride; they get 24 hour access to Cora. It seems to work for everyone! :) (and before you have a hissy fit - no we are not really getting a free ride, there will be payment made as soon as we can figure out ways to do it which will fool my mother into accepting it).
But back to the main point here ... why am I so darn blah? Is it self preservation in case something falls through? Am I emotionally overwhelmed (this is the place I came home to after my honeymoon - the place I where I brought my first child home from the hospital)? Am I just freakin avoiding packing? Who knows. We've had a lot going on lately even apart from the move.
The only response I have to all of this is the old Indian adage: "How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time." Or in our case, one box at a time!