Tonight I told my next-door neighbors on both sides that Saturday is moving day.
They have been awesome neighbors. I hope the guy who is buying my house appreciates them as much as I do.
We stood outside and chatted and watched the (kind of underwhelming, tbh) blood moon rise in the east.
It was lovely.
Tomorrow begins the intensive packing up and moving out that will culminate in transporting beds and pets to the apartment.
If you're hoping to read about other topics for the next several days...you may be disappointed. I'll try to write about politics or monkeys, but honestly my mind is going to be on leaving my home, my husband, my marriage, and my life. Funny how that is.
I'm kind of psyched, but also really terrified. And still not 100% convinced that the house sale won't fall through and leave me destitute. In 10 days I'll know, one way or the other.
Ten days. Pfffft. This has been coming for almost three years. What's 10 days, right?
I don't do prayers, but if you all could maybe spare me some positive thoughts, that would be a nice thing, and I'd be very grateful.
Strap yourselves in. It's going to be a bumpy week.