11/9/15
Only 3 more weeks and we will be homeless. I don't know where we are going to live. I don't know where we are going to put all of our stuff.
Only 1 month ago, we put our current residence up for sale. It was a Thursday. My husband was leaving the next evening to take our kids to my folks for youth deer season. He started to hesitate, to back out, to come up with reasons to stay home and fix things. I immediately said, "No."
We worked very hard to clear the house for pictures to be posted on line. It went active that day. We already had a couple of walk-throughs scheduled for Saturday. We were not going to be home anyway. And I didn't need to keep picking up after everyone every 5 minutes. So they left me behind.
I spent the first night up late, clearing the things we just moved out of the pictures. (I was up until 1:30 am.) Saturday morning, I went for a long bike ride with my cycling group. I spent the afternoon helping my daughter's swim team. Then, I came home to a nice dinner, went running, and watched a non-kid friendly movie as I sorted through DVD's.
There was still another walk-through scheduled for Sunday. I spent the morning cycling again. Then, I spent the early afternoon swimming. Evening was a nice run again. The freedom was nice.
Monday we got the call. There were 5 walk-throughs on Saturday. 3 made offers. The last one was $100 over what we listed at. Sold.
I appreciate that I don't have to keep the house immaculate anymore. I appreciate that we will finally have the money to finish rebuilding our first home. Currently known as my son's house. (He'll be 4 next month.) But, we need a place to stay short term, 3-4 months. We are not moving back in with my in-laws. There will be a crime investigation. We can't afford that.
It has been a long journey since our first house fire, March 31st, 2011. And it's not over.
