Things are changing at a break-neck pace in my world. The house is sold, we could be in contract on another by tomorrow. We will have to store our stuff until after the first of the year when we could move into the house and live at my parent's home until then. We have started packing even though I have 15 people coming over for Thanksgiving on Thursday.
I don't think it really hit me until this weekend. I walked Reia down to the corner of the street and met up with Katharine's mom to pass her off. It was just so beautiful outside. Gorgeous weather, quite neighborhood and I thought about the fact that we have less than a month before we won't be able to do this anymore.
Then Saturday hit. Michelle (another good friend of mine with her house on the market) finished packing her house, the movers came and they were gone. I won't walk to her house anymore either. Well, I guess I could. But I suppose I would look pretty silly just standing at her door with no one home. I cried pretty good over that. Glad we both have free long distance. We can still talk on the phone like nothing has changed--even though it has.
So, between now and December 12th (the day we have to be out), it will just get worse. Everyone in and out of town for the holidays. We'll keep packing and be gone. Just like that.