The house is empty, ready for the painters and the carpet cleaners and renters.
I’ve been busting my ass for two weeks to sell all the furniture, donating all the
crap very nice items we no longer need, putting more into the little storage unit than I thought we would, cleaning like a mad woman and missing my husband so badly.
As of 9pm last night, it’s done. Well, not the missing my husband part, but the house sorting part.
I am homeless.
I had my moment of tears a few days ago when my kids’ bedroom furniture was loaded up and taken away by other families. As much as I love my life of travel and adventure, the letting go process that is so vitally necessary is a killer, but right after the hard part there is such a feeling of freedom. I’m done! My responsibility of taking care of the house is gone! I can freely hop on that plane with my two suitcases and start new again!
Oy. I’m a bit worse for wear though. It’s been a really hard week.
Right now I’m spending my weekend with the best of people. My very good friends in Austin invited me to stay with them for two nights, and to speak at their kids’ graduation party tonight. I should probably get on that speech writing thing.
Today I will relax. I’ll keep my hands busy with party prep and just enjoy hanging out with people I love. I’ll let the stress and anxiety of the last week go. I’ll soak up this day and be part of it.
And tomorrow I’ll get on that plane and hope for favorable winds so I can get to my new life, and that husband I miss so badly, in record time.
Good bye for now America. Hello Scotland.