February 14 will be here before we know it.
I’ve been overly stressing this move, selling the house, etc., and for awhile have been doubting if this is the most insane thing I’ve done.
I had dinner last night with a great friend I haven’t seen in awhile and it was so refreshing to talk to someone who was so excited for us. Between the house not having any offers yet and some other people questioning what we’re doing, it’s really gone to my head. Even after I completely assured myself we were fine and could do this.
Talking with her last night really reassured me we’re doing the right thing (moving into an apartment downtown). At this point, we’re locked in, so there’s no going back anyway.
One of the things she said to me was how much that extra hour in my day was really going to change my life. It sounds minimal, but I’m sure it will more than I know. I’ve been driving out to where I live now for the last eight years I’ve been with my fiancé. My commute during college was about 40 minutes and my job now is about an hour commute. Each way.
I’ll be able to work out without feeling exhausted from being in the car so long. I’ll be able to actually cook a dinner and it not be 7:45 p.m. before I’m done. I’ll be able to sit for a minute. I’ll feel more motivated to laundry on a week night. Hell, I might start going to the grocery store during the week.
The move is exactly three weeks from today. We have an open house on Sunday, although from what our realtor explained, we’re probably not going to have any offers until we replace our floors. We won’t want to do that until we’ve moved. So that pretty much bombs my wish of having the house sold before we move.
No one ever said it would be this hard. Hopefully it’s all worth it in the end and we get a buyer soon.