Oh let me count the ways… that moving sucks

That moving sucks. Living in a house for 17+ years and moving is even more awful. If there is anyone who enjoys moving the should be granted sainthood.

That said, I have nothing to complain about because this whole process has been blessed and guided by my guardian angels.

I went to Tennessee the end of October and after looking at houses there was only one candidate and it was too expensive with a shed instead of a garage. While riding back to Texas Jocelyn and Trulene emailed me about a house they found while driving around looking for a place for me. I repeat. They drove around trying to find a house that fit my wish list.

After checking it out on the internet it all just felt right so I called my agent to find out about it only to be told there was a solid contract that was to close in a few days. I had been so convinced this house felt right, despite the fact I hadn’t seen it, that I was so bummed when it was already so. I was only home a couple days before the agent called to let me know the contract had fallen through and multiple offers were expected. A mad scramble to get Jocelyn and Trulene to look at the inside of the house an give an opinion. They give their blessing and I make an offer.

Me and 4 other people were bidding on the house and we were asked to give our final and best offer. The house listed for $89,900 and I ended up offering $95k o get the house and won the bidding war.

That led to a mad rush to sell my house in Texas. I scrambled to declutter by renting a storage area, fix and perfect every last living thing. The house listed on Monday, 3 showings on Tuesday, full price offer on Wednesday morning. Whoa.

So now I’m on the couch with my laptop. The house is torn to absolute shit. Mostly packed, but a lot of open boxes. The movers will be here Tuesday and I’m scared I won’t be ready. Let me count the ways moving is a total and complete exhausting pain in the butt. Sheesh.

It’s hard, but no question I am counting my blessings and thanking the guardian angels who seem to be greasing the rails for the whole journey.

Now all I ask is for a little time to visit with friends before leaving and a smooth load of the household. Well — I probably hope for a lot more than that, but as tired as I am right now that’s the expectations I feel safe asking for.