We close on our house today.
Yesterday, as I was packing up for the day at work, I thought, "Maybe I should go by and walk through it one more time."
Then I thought, "Nah."
As we were preparing to sell, in amongst one of the roughest work schedules I have had in several years (well, maybe not as rough as that time I was working five jobs at once, but I'm older and softer now,) and having no idea where we were going to go, and having to pack up and Eric was travelling and, you know, stress, I had a bit of a freak out for an evening. I didn't want to leave, we just put in new counter-tops, I love my sink, I actually LIKE my neighbors (hi Bob, Michelle, Lily, Will, Samantha, Patrick - I like you)... you know, that kind of stuff.
I got over it.
It hailed a couple of nights ago, and I thought of the house only after I thought about our cars, which are parked outside because our stuff and the homeowners' stuff is in the garage. My thought was "crap, that better not cause a problem before we close." Turns out, that house didn't get hailed on.
I don't think about our old house. Like, at all. And, until 4pm, we technically still own it. That might be weird, but I moved on, dusted off my boots, headed down the road. Apparently, I wasn't as attached to it as I thought.
I think it helps that we clear a LOT of money, even after paying our realtor $17,000 for selling our house in one day (you're welcome Jan. We love you.)
It also helps that our old neighbors have already come and visited. Bob and Will came and fished in the trout pond yesterday, then harassed me on the road when I went running and had to stop and take a break just as they were coming by (dude. It was up hill, and they don't make small hills in Colorado. Plus I'm out of shape because the working and the moving have meant not a lot of running, even if I have done the Incline a bunch. Different muscles.)
And, while Eric's itching to do some project, I'm enjoying the fact that I don't have any home responsibilities beyond cleaning, and am basically treating the new house like I'm going on vacation to it every evening. This, since I got over the anxiety dreams earlier this week. The coping mechanism is to pretend like it's just a vacation, and when we leave it won't matter because it was vacation. Therefore, I go in the hot tub every night, because that's what you do when you're on vacation. Oh yea, the house has a hot tub. Only 1/2 the jets work, but it heats up.
Perhaps it's not so much "home-less," as "home-free."
Yea. Home. Free.
Excuse me, I have to go collect some money now for a place I used to own.