Three years ago we listed our house in Virginia for sale. As
you can see from the entry, we were really hoping to have it sold within six
months. Boy, were we optimistic. We just signed the papers today. It closes on
Friday. We're breathing a huge sigh of relief and there isn't a piece of me
that isn't happy that we're done with it - it's been nothing but a heartache
and a headache for too many years. But it's also quite sad. We really did love
that house. We'll never again be able to have anything like it (architecture
here is just slightly different from there) and it was pretty darned close to
perfect for what we want in a home. It's also the last piece of VA we have, the
last tie we have to that part of the world, that life. Now we're done. So
that's a little sad. But HOT DOG! We're done with it! I'd say we can move on
and move forward now, but it really doesn't change anything. (The renters are
gone and that's a wonderful thing all on its own!!!) Other than we will no
longer have the fear of some other random expense coming out of the blue
looming over our heads anymore. Which, take the good where you can find it,
right?
Goodbye, house. I've
missed you. I'll always hold a special place in my heart for you and long for
the spacious floor plan you gave us. But hot damn, am I glad you're someone
else's responsibility now.
