Moving Ahead

Things are happening.

The decision's been made on the house.  Notice has been given; no response as expected.  I have stopped the Lamaze-like breathing because whatever's happening is happening.  T, who wanted to show me a house he was interested in on Friday, also put in a bid on another one and told me Saturday.  He offered $100 more than they are asking. (The tail end of their asking price is 900.).  $#$^$%%^%$%#$$#$  In this economy, in this city, they will be nuts not to take it.

Sooooo, exactly what I predicted and expected and didn't want is going to be.  Soon.

We have an entire house full of stuff.  We have a broken garage door.  We have an entire garage full of stuff also.  We have a very nice washer and dryer.  We have a front door with a fake door right next to it.  AND we have a back sliding door that has an issue also.  I suppose if push comes to shove, we could get the furniture out through the back sliding door, but how annoying will it be to empty the entire house through the backyard and around the corner and through the front door?  Annoying as fuck.  Then there is the little matter of where all this stuff is going.  The furniture can go to a consignment store.  It is the most practical.  T of course doesn't care for that since he likes to be annoying as all hell.  What does he think we're going to do with it?  Oh, I know.  He wants to leave it in the house probably.  NO THANK YOU.  Does he want to sell it on Craigslist and have a bunch of people tromping around?  .... Through the back opening I guess.... since they sure as hell won't be getting the couch out the front.  Fucking annoying and I would like to get all this done early some morning.  I don't want my neighbors to know anything.

I'm irritated as I don't want to have to put the utilities in my name.  This is all going right up my ass.  Everything will happen fast, despite claims to the contrary.  He thinks I'm stupid.  I guess I should spend the evening in the garage labeling boxes so when I suddenly have to move out, I'll at least know what the fuck (lol, I just wrote fox) is in what box in storage.  That I will be paying for.  Undoubtedly.

I don't want to really leave this house.  It's comfortable, familiar and safe.  Life is predictable here.  I feel unsettled contemplating a move.  I'm told this is normal.