Sharpredpencil’s Weblog

We are scheduled to close on our house tomorrow. And I do say “scheduled” because I’m still worried something is going to fall through at the very last minute. I’m praying for the best, though.

We’re living in a sea of boxes, and of course Peanut is nervous, but I’m very excited. I’m also feeling very fortunate. We’ve been blessed with great friends who are ready to help us move. We know some of them better than others, but they’re all so kind-hearted and enrich our lives. Let’s face it; no one likes the labor of moving (do they?), and the fact that these friends are so willing to help us makes me smile.

While I’m looking forward to living in our new house–and the fact that it will be our very own (well, except for the bank owning it for 30 years and all that)– I’m a teeny bit sad to leave our apartment. This apartment symbolizes some big steps we’ve taken in the last year, and the memories are sweet. I know I’ll always have those memories, but I also know my memories of how this place looks and feels will fade. I take comfort in the fact that new memories will be in the forefront of my mind and I look forward to this adventure we’re embarking on.

Who knew buying a lil’ ‘ole townhouse could make me feel so sentimental?