I apologize in advance if this post seems a little incoherent, the last two weeks have been stressful, crazy, and exhausting. All of that is finally catching up to me and I’m pretty much a walking zombie at this point.
As of today, Scott and I are officially homeless. We sold our lovely house in Hilliard (pictured above) and today was the closing where we passed along the keys to another family.
The movers came last Saturday to take away our stuff. We were up all night on Friday and Scott finished packing the last box as the movers pulled in the driveway Saturday morning.
After they left, we crashed for a bit and then headed out to see some friends who are also moving out of Columbus.
Sunday and Monday was spent gathering up the last remaining bits of trash and things from the house and setting that out by the curb.
Then we said goodbye to the house, loaded up the car, and headed to Westerville (suburb north of the city). It was a bittersweet moment. We loved that house and our neighborhood. It was the first place we lived that we really enjoyed. The house was good to us. I was surprised by how sad I was because everything up until that point has been consumed with visions of Colorado and house selling stuff.
Once I had a moment to stand back and realize this was it, I got a little sad.
We’re staying in Westerville with a friend until next week and then it’s off on our biggest adventure to date. We’re counting down the days until it’s time to hit the road and see what the west has in store for us.