The next house we buy better be our Forever Home because I am never moving again. Prepping, packing and selling this house is one of the most stressful things I have ever done. I can't help but think working could have been a welcome distraction. It would mean less time to accomplish the necessary tasks, but would also mean less time to stew and brood.
We are at the point in the sales process where the buyer has a couple opportunities to back out. So I am sitting on my hands, afraid to make a move, waiting for the deal to fall apart. Soon we will be out of the woods, and the final packing frenzy will begin. But in the meantime, we wait.
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