Almost Done, But Not Fun Anymore

So the last couple weekends that I’ve been packing to move, it’s been fun. Well it started to be less fun yesterday. Now it’s really not fun. I’ve hit the point that everyone’s told me about and I’m just ready to be moved. Either way, by Thursday, we’ll be done. Or done enough.

I’ve started to realize I won’t be sleeping in this room anymore. I won’t have the drive I do now to and from places. Everything will be different. I’m excited and scared.  I’ve never quickly moved somewhere. This is a first. I’m almost 26 and this is a first. I hope I’m as excited when I get there as I have been. I hope it’s everything I’m dreaming it will be.

Is this real life?

It doesn’t feel like I’m moving in three days. It doesn’t feel like it at all.

I don’t think I quite grasp where I’m moving either, doesn’t quite feel real.

There’s so much to do between now and then, which makes it go faster.

We are still waiting to get feedback from the showings we had recently. I’m so focused on the moves it hasn’t bothered me. Although I’m sure when we get two uninterested groups of people I’m going to be upset. I always get so invested in it and get frustrated that it isn’t an offer.

The timing couldn’t be more perfect if it was this week…. But I won’t get my hopes up.

In The Home Stretch

The final countdown. Home stretch. Light at the end of the tunnel.

In exactly one week from right now, what I’ve been dreaming and hoping for over the last…I don’t even know…years…will happen.

Overall this whole packing/preparing process hasn’t been too awful. A lot is already packed and we’re really just down to our kitchen cabinets, bathroom essentials, clothes and then taking the art off the walls. We’ll have to fill in the holes where the art was and paint. Other than that, we’re set.

We had a showing today, it was scheduled from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. My first reaction was “whoa that’s a long time! Maybe it’s a second showing? Someone wanting to look again and schedule time with their realtor to make an offer?” But then realistically people probably just scheduled to see a lot of other houses and didn’t want to be pressed for time. Understandable.

It’s just aggravating to not have any offers. Then yet again, it might be so much of a better investment long term to rent. So it’s a win-win. If April comes, which is when our contract with our realtor expires, we will have to rent.

I can’t believe how exhausting this is. I know even a month from now it’ll all seem like it went by so quickly. But in the moment, it has felt like forever. And all the “nos” we’ve had on the house are so aggravating. No matter how hard I try not to, I always get my hopes up then am so let down when the realtor doesn’t call with an offer. They always like it, but don’t have the money, aren’t ready to buy or aren’t sure about the carpets. The first two (not having the money or not ready to buy) REALLY bother me.

Now I understand the whole “serious buyers only” thing. It’s super aggravating to hear that, especially when you spend hours making your house look super nice for someone.

In one week though, things will be different. Drastically different. I can’t wait. There’s so much to do in the next seven days, it’s going to feel like forever.

My Dreams Are Reminding Me I’m Nervous

My dreams are realistic. For the most part, it’s like everyday life. I see color in them and a lot of the time feel too.

Lately I’ve tried to shake any fears about this upcoming move. I have really just been getting excited.  It’s like that excitement when you know a fun trip is coming up. I don’t think I quite get what is getting ready to happen.

Ever since I was younger I wanted to move. Sure, I moved in with my fiancé, but it was slow. Over time. Then I was always looking forward to “the place we get together.” I even changed my address out to here over the summer just because I didn’t think a move would happen. But with my long drives to work and just the fact was have to drive far to the places we like, I’ve been exhausted living out here.

Most of all, I think it’s just that it doesn’t feel like home to me. I do like this city though. I complain about it, but overall it’s a nice little place. For the most part it’s super safe and as much as I bitch about people in my way at the grocery store, people are really friendly here. It does have everything you need all in a mile strip and I hear it’s pretty cheap to live here.

However for some reason I’ve never bonded with this place, despite coming out here/living here for the past eight years. I mean that’s a long chunk of my life. I’ve had a lot of great memories here, not just with my fiancé but with our friends too.

I’ve always felt connected to downtown Indianapolis. I knew how much I loved it when I started college on a downtown campus. So maybe all this time I’ve never connected to where my parents live, or where I currently live, because my heart is truly downtown. I remember always enjoying going down there as a kid, and whenever we traveled, I always remembered when I saw the Chase tower, I was almost home. That view of the skyline has always been in my head–I just haven’t been stopping there. It’s always a little bit, or a lot of bit, further.

Now I’m less than two weeks from that.

There are still some things up in the air that haven’t been resolved (i.e. the house isn’t sold), and I’ve really just tried to suppress the fears and just enjoy what the next couple weeks will bring since the fears aren’t anything I can control.

My dreams last night reminded me my world is getting ready to flip upside down and I need to make sure I’m not floating in la-la land. Funny, I’ve been so stressed about it and finally when I breathe, I’m told not to. Or maybe the dreams were just a reminder.

Or perhaps my dreams reminded me that things are starting to get real. They are. A couple boxes are put together.

…deep breaths.

Getting Closer

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.