Life is messy.
We like to talk about it as though it isn’t. As though there is only black and white and always easy reasons for why someone or something turned out the way it did. But that’s never true. It’s never just one thing. Life is Always a Feast for the Emotions.
I signed paperwork on Friday, put my house on the market yesterday and was told to clear out early this morning so that buyers could look at the place today.
I returned home, to a signed offer. My house has sold.
It’s been less than 24 hours and I got exactly what I asked for.
I can barely breathe.
It’s time. And I’m excited.
And there are 10 days until all the conditions come off…
I’m sure the 10 days will drag on like an eternity. But once they’re done I’ll have 21 days to pack and move and vacate… and that will go by in a blink.
It’s never exactly what we expect. Even when we get everything we asked for, there are always tag-along aspects that we didn’t anticipate. Whether we’re having a baby or moving house, getting married, or divorced or something else. Life is big. And Messy. And usually pretty wonderful. Except when it isn’t.
I’m glad that I have the Grief Recovery Method to help me make sense of it all. xo