We have a contract. We have a departure date barely three weeks out. We're also still doing showings, just in case. But let's hope the original contract works out, because I'm losing my touch with showings. Wednesday I dutifully cleaned the house and took the kids to the park for an hour and a half, only to discover I'd left the screen door locked, rendering the little realtor access box inaccessible. And that was only a day after the showing where they all arrived twenty minutes early, while I was still dashing about with bags of garbage and piles of dirty towels.
Plus, at some point here soon I must do the dreaded Inventory of Winter Clothes, and if there is a way to do that without turning the attic into a cesspool of toddler jeans, I don't know what it is. Not to mention finishing packing. I've never done a cross-country move of an entire house, and I'm not sure how you manage without being able to just toss the last few things in a laundry basket and put them in the back of the car.
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Oh, you just toss the last few things in the laundry basket and put them in the back of the car... ;-)
Oh, the memories. I grew up doing this. We moved every two-three years or so. Showings - oy - I learned to stuff closets in an organized fashion, and I can still clean my house in under an hour.
Feeling for you!
Congrats on the contract! He wasn't kidding, the head is showing!
Travel in one of those stretch limos. You can get a grand piano in the back seat, with room left over for an attic.
Sounds like quite a moving adventure is ahead of you. I'm excited for you guys. And so glad that you have a contract!
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