My heart is full, my limbs exhausted, and my gratitude overflows into salty tears.
This morning, we said goodbye, officially, and on paper, to our home for the last five-and-a-half years.
The Husband's company had approached him in early November and asked if he wanted to open another office for them. While this would be a HUGE opportunity for him professionally, they were unsure at the time of asking as to where they wanted this office opened. We knew it would be either Dallas or Nashville, and we said yes to either one.
We spoke with a realtor, who advised us to hurry and get the house ready to sell, as there were buyers out there and not a whole lot to choose from. Thinking our house would not sell before Christmas anyway, and that we'd have another chance to put it on the market in the spring, we gave it a try.
Three days later, we had an offer in hand, and still no word on where we would be moving.
THAT was an anxious few weeks. One filled with diet cokes and self-medication (read: lots and lots of chocolate).
Finally, the word came down from the higher ups that Dallas was to be our destiny, and we began to get excited.
What was not exciting, however, was going to be closing, moving, and having Christmas all in the same week.
Also not exciting was saying goodbye the brand-new, beautifully remodeled basement we finished this summer.
[Why? Why do things like this happen JUST when you get your house how you want it? Is it because God has a great sense or humor? Or because the universe hates me?
In any event, I bring you a plethora of photos from the basement now being enjoyed by someone else.
Beautiful, no? Did you notice the wonderfully organized nooks and crannies in my office shelves? How perfectly everything lines up and fits in its spot? I have LOVED that office. LOVED.
Like almost more than anyone else in the family, LOVED.
(Calm down, Hannah. I still love you more.)
I think I'd probably die of misery were it not for the excitement of the new home we have decided to build in Dallas. We JUST got word from the builder that they have accepted our offer and we are slated to have it completed in April. We will finish school here, and move down there at the end of May.
So, today, on this apocalyptic end-of-the-world Mayan calendar day of doom, life has worked out pretty even-steven for us. Sell a house, buy a house. All on the same day.
Which should tell you all that, indeed, the world WILL be ending tonight.
Eh. At least we'll go out with a smile on our face.