The move is done.
And it was hard. But the worst is passed and we are "rebuilding" a life now somewhere else.
If time and energy were inexhaustible I would have blogged in real time. But staying ahead of all the demands and fatigue were my single focus.
To start at the beginning ...
The two weeks before moving, I was extremely aware the deadline was fast approaching. Packing seemed be an endless task. Final settlement details were falling into place, but last minute to-dos had to be addressed promptly. Each communication included cautions about delays and keeping on track for the settlement date. At times I felt like - just tell me where to sign - I'll sign anything. But, of course, we wouldn't sign anything - so we plodded on - moving forward struggling to keep focused.
The day before settlement our agent visited us. He knew how I felt about leaving the townhouse. He asked how I was doing. I responded, "fine" but as I talked my eyes teared up, so that was pretty much a lie. But who has time to address emotions when big deadlines are looming. Not me. Others never asked how I was doing - probably because they already knew. I had no practice at hiding my true state. But this guy was a true gentlemen. He did not try to gloss over my emotions - he validated them and said this was not uncommon.
If there was one piece of good luck in this whole process it was getting this agent!!
That night, about 3:30 am, I woke up - not unusual, but this time my stomach was not right. I headed for the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "You are not going to be sick." And I promptly was sick. Diarrhea and vomiting! I could not believe it. I talked myself into ... this is nerves! You have made yourself sick with fatigue and stress. You will be just fine!
At 4:30 am - it was confirmed. I had a diarrhea vomiting bug! How lucky can one person be.
By 6:00 am I knew I could not make a 10:00 am condo walk thru - and the 11:00 am settlement.
More next time!