It's official! Our house closed last night, the sign came down, and the lock box is off the front door. It feels a little odd to be living in a house that isn't ours, and a little odd that this house, where we've got so many memories, isn't ours any more. I've lived here longer than any house since I was a child (I don't count the four years I officially lived with my parents but physically resided in college dorms 9 months of each year).
However, I'm not so sentimental that I'm not very excited about moving into the new place, making new memories, and hopefully living there until we retire.
Meanwhile, life continues on its frenetic pace.
We close on the house we're buying today at 4:30. I ran errands this morning while Sam was at preschool, depositing big home-sale checks and scouting out the best deals on utilities (phone/wireless/internet/tv). Oh yeah. And procrastinating on packing.
I have two hours until Elli returns home, the younger two wake up from naps, and I have to leave with Scott to buy the new house. I had better go wash dishes, fold laundry, and pack while the gettin's good.
Three days til we have a dishwasher.
