I’m moving in 18 days!
That is if everything goes according to plan. Today I was going through all the stuff I needed to do and actually pulled up a calendar and it hit me, I will be moving into my very own apartment in 18 days! That kinda blew my mind a bit. The closing on the house is 23 days away, but there will be a time when I am no longer living here before the end of the month.
After the initial overwhelmation hit, I started trying to figure out what all I need to do. I’ve got a lot of stuff already done or at least in the works, but the more and more I get done the more and more I uncover that I need to do. For example, I got the list of things the buyer wants fixed and have already had the contractor out to the house to get an estimate, but that’s 3 days worth of work right there. I’m now down to 15 days to get packed up and outta here. I still have to pack, change utilities, clean, figure out what I’m going to keep vs. what I’m going to sell, watch So You Think You Can Dance, and all the other things that go on with selling a house.
This weekend will be mad packing weekend for me. I am going to try and have most of the stuff I don’t use on a daily basis sorted into keep, sell, and toss piles. It will be like that garage sale show on TLC only with a less attractive host (me). If anyone is interested in showing up to my house this weekend to clean or help pack or help sort or just show up, come on by. I’ll be here for the most part.
So yeah, it’s really happening. I’ve waited over 2 years for this moment and after nearly 7 years in this house; I’m ready to move on. I’m sure I’ll have some separation anxiety, but for the most part, I’m ready.