So, that's it. We've signed the papers. The house is sold.
Time for the panic to set in. Not only have I NOT yet begun to pack one single thing - we have YET to find a place to live.
Which kind of freaked out the paralegal who called last week to see what our forwarding address would be for the paperwork. When I replied that we didn't have one, she kind of stammered and said okay; that the whole idea of that freaked her out and hoped I would have a great weekend anyway.
We have been to view exactly ONE house so far and I can tell you when I walked in the front door the first thing I wanted to do was cry. The second thing I wanted to do was to ask the owner how could he, in good faith, be asking what he was asking and why wasn't he ashamed of himself for showing a property in that condition.
I didn't. But I was sorely tempted on all counts - particularly the last one. Absolutely NOTHING had been done to that house - other than new carpet in some of the rooms. Hubby mentioned to me later that all the Sheetrock needed to be replaced and that the ceilings were in bad shape. That I hadn't noticed, what caught my eye was the extremely dated fixtures, the teeny-tiny closets and the fact that the laundry room was located INSIDE the guest bathroom. Which, in itself, might not have been a deal breaker except for the fact that there was not a door to separate the two. Why?! So you could fold laundry while "taking care of business?"
We've scouted out a few other properties; without walking through them - but I have a feeling we may end up in an apartment. Which is fine for the short-term. Except we will most likely have to rent a storage unit as well; as there are some pieces of furniture I'm simply not willing to give up. The husband? Well, in his mind, we GET RID OF IT ALL and replace it as necessary. This seems ridiculous to me. Particularly since some of this furniture is really, really nice and we got it for next to nothing due to once having a friend in the furniture business and replacing it would be impossible on our budget.
So pray for us. No really. Somehow we have to get it in gear and start seriously packing and seriously finding a forwarding address and now the clock is ticking....
And I'm off to find a paper bag to breathe into whilst I have a major panic attack.