Departure Week

It's real now. No turning back. We sold our house in one day, without it ever going on the market. This is a huge relief, and also a forcing factor because now we really can't change our minds. Ha! Not that we were going to! But now we really really can't. We're locked in. We're leaving. We're leaving in one week.

The kids are now forced to face that reality too. Their friends are away on vacations or leaving for vacations, so yesterday involved a lot of goodbyes and a lot of hysterical tears. I felt yesterday like I'd ruined a lot of tween lives. It is not a good feeling. WHAT ARE WE DOING?

Per the contract of our marriage (ie only one of us is allowed to freak out at a time), Andrew is calm and steady, reassuring me that this is not a mistake, that this is something we'd been talking about for a long time, that we're going to be happy and the kids will be happy, and also here's a spreadsheet with conditional formatting about all the great things that are close to our new house. 

A POD unit is in our driveway now, which we'd reserved when we thought our house was going to be staged and go on the market, but now we have it, so we're filling it with things that will arrive in Pittsburgh about two weeks before the moving truck. Yesterday we attempted to bring the guest beds down from the attic. The full was easy. The queen box spring would not cooperate. It was a big problem eight years ago, but Andrew somehow got it up there; it would not come down. So Andrew had to saw it into pieces in the attic stairwell, where it was stuck. Nothing says MOVING more than that.