I had every intention of posting about that . . . but my brain as been overtaken by a singular focus. We have to move out of our house by the end of the week!
While we were in South Dakota spending time with my sister and her in-laws, getting to be a part of her life there and getting ready for a fundraising dinner later that week, we got a phone call from my Mom.
The house we've been living in for the last 3 years, the one owned by my Mom and Dad and conveniently located across the street from them had snagged a buyer. (Yes, living across the street from the parents was very much like Everybody Loves Raymond, expect we were the annoying ones who invited ourselves over when ever we pleased.)
It's a blessing and HUGE answer to prayer BUT it's still traumatizing; for me and Adam anyway, poor Remy still doesn't even know. We've been waiting to hear that it's passed inspection before we tell her.
So back to traumatizing. The news basically launched the two of us into a meltdown in downtown Rapid City. Picture 2 grown-ups and 2 kids in a double strolled walking down the main street of a city in near tears. The gravity of the past year, the reality of what our life now is, hit us hard.
Until that moment everything had been so surreal. Dream like. It's one thing to talk to your spouse about something, it's another thing to let yourself dream about it and let the idea enter your heart but it enters a whole new realm when those talks, those dreams become your reality.
A good reality that has come with a very emotional transition. I mean really, we have to move into my parents house, now who wouldn't be emotional?! :)
So now this guy, the buyer, wants to take possession of the house exactly 2 weeks and 4 days after putting an offer in. I don't know if he's running from the mob or just needs to be out of his current abode by the end of the month but he's trying to close the deal with lightening speed. I seriously think I have whiplash. So, how am I licking the wounds left by having to walk away from a house I love very much?
I took TONS of photos and am putting together a photo book of the house. That's what I do, I'm a book maker. Now when we're feeling homesick we can feast our eyes and warm our hearts with the images of what made the house our home.
Now, if you'll humor me I'd like to share some of those images with you.
