I know that you guys are tired of me saying how hard this selling-of-the-first-house-thing is, but believe me, I am too. This should be the last of it, I promise. Okay, maybe this and one other time (on the closing date in two weeks)...
It was definitely a bittersweet weekend for me. I flew into Dallas Saturday morning and then went straight to my house to pack it up. After about 10 hours of packing with the family, we finally got to a stopping point, and decided to call it a night. Luckily for me, I have fantastic parents who came over this morning to finish up (while I was "shopping" with Tony and David for stuff for the store). That means I didn't have to do all of the "final details" at the house, which was probably better for me, emotionally...and more work for my parents...
I kind of expected that my townhome wouldn't "feel like home" once all of my stuff was out of it. EHHHH ( buzzer sounds), wrong. It just felt like the day I moved in... a bare canvas, waiting to be painted... I kind of found myself excited to fill up the space... which completely defeats the point of moving...
I had really hoped that when I came home to my townhome (since I haven't actually slept there since February), that it wouldn't feel like "home" anymore... no deal. As soon as I walked in the door on Saturday morning, I completely felt the "woosh" of relief wash over me. I felt relaxed. I felt safe. I felt HOME. It may sound lame, but it's kind of a big deal to me right now... when I have this hectic life around me- a new business, living with my brother, starting over in a new town with NO social life- it's a big change...and I certainly don't feel at home yet in this rent house... but I guess tomorrow evening I will have a 22 foot moving truck headed this way with MY stuff. I'm hoping that they help make me feel at home. It could go either way. Either I feel at home or I feel overwhelmed that there's no way that much still will fit in this house...and if we're only renting it for another year, then I have to move it again. NOT a happy thought, at the momet. :)
The sweet part of the weekend was hanging out with my friends Kate, Tony, and David. Kate and I had dinner at Mia's on Saturday (yum!), and I got to viist with T & D on Sunday... Friends always make the pain worth the time. :) I really am so lucky!
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