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Today, the movers deliver all of our household goods to a rental townhouse in Rochester.
Our house is sold, although the actual closing hasn’t happened yet (next week!). We had planned to buy a new house in the months between agreeing to sell in May and the closing date, but… long story short, it didn’t happen. We are bummed about that.
I’ve moved several times in my adult life (to college, grad school, postdoc, job), and each time, even though I was saying goodbye to friends, I was happy to move because I believed I was heading for something better. This is the first time I’ve been truly sad about going. I am getting weepy about every damn thing.
My strategy to cope with the melancholy is to throw myself into housecleaning. I’ve got 1.5 days left to whip this place into shape. Wish me luck!
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