|The last image we’ll have of our first home.|
We did it. We are now no longer homeowners, which (for at least the moment) is a good thing–or at least I’m trying to convince myself of that idea.
Today was really, really hard. There was a lot of frustration, a lot of stress, a lot of exhaustion, a lot of scrambling, and, more than anything, lots and lots of tears. I’m sure that there will be more as time passes and I’m reminded that we no longer live there. The first time I turn down that road accidentally, the first time I wake up and not know where I am, the first time I make plans with the townhouse in mind. There are bound to be a few more sad moments in the near future before I’m ready to move on.
I’ve already been homesick today (sadness + stress = need for familiarity), but my only consolation is knowing that the guy we sold our house to is so excited and that he’s going to take such good care of our home. Excuse me, his home. :(
So, the papers are signed, the deal is done, and now all we can do is move forward, remembering that phase of our lives for the good time that it was. Thanks, God, for such a wonderful seven years in such a lovely little place.
Goodbye townhouse, you served us well.