Lately I've been preparing myself for our big move into our house, and all feelings and emotions aside, I thought to myself - it went fast. It feels like yesterday that Scott and I were still expecting our first child, on our way to the clam bake, and made the decision to stop into that model home. It feels like yesterday that we made the executive decision to put that call into Gail, and get our 'for sale' sign. It feels like yesterday when we got the 'your house is sold' call. It feels like yesterday that we signed the papers for our dream house to be built.
It all feels like it was yesterday, and then I realize that my baby is now seven and a half months old, and I am less than three weeks away from living in a house that is just about ready for us to move in. Can you believe how fast six months goes by? It's exciting, but so crazy and even a little sad. I'm not suggesting that I will miss living with my in-laws, or that I'll miss living out of boxes and sleeping in the same room as my daughter - so please don't think i'm that sad that it flew by!
We are finally seperated from our old house, too. Today I got the email verification that all the repairs done to the (old) garage were inspected and passed, which now mean that we get our money back from escrow. I'm excited, since it's a nice chunk of cash...but it's like the final break from the old house. We officially have nothing to do with it, our names aren't tied to it at all anymore, and it's time to move on.
I am getting prepared to be insanely busy with our new house though, with unpacking all the boxes that are waiting for us in our storage unit, doing all the laundry, and of course putting everything away. As much as I am stoked to have my own place again, I am definitely not looking forward to a week full of chores when we move in!
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