(What did I just call me?)
So, we've done it. We've signed a lease and have started moving stuff. Boxes and boxes and boxes and the occasional furniture bit. The big stuff will be moving over the next couple of weekends when we rent a truck. Eventually we'll hire someone to haul the stuff we can't, unless we get lucky and we don't need to. We shall see.
It's funny, people keep coming up to us and expressing sympathy at the 'loss' of this house. Hey! We're exuberant and thrilled and incredulous that we sold a home in this market, to be out from under this mortgage, to be living within our means. Congratulate us, don't pity us.
In other news, today was our first parent-teacher conference of our son's school year. His teacher is amazing, she adores him, he's doing fabulously, he adores her, she's all you could ever want in an elementary school educator and more. Far, far more.
That's the shit that matters. Not the crown molding and stainless steel appliances and tile hand assembled in Italy.
We are so lucky.