SOLD!

So, our house is officially under contract!

I feel like I've seriously gone through the stages of mourning about this.  I don't mean to offend anyone who has gone through real mourning; I know that what I'm feeling for my house and for this period of my life is very superficial in comparison to losing a loved one.  But I have had a difficult few days of it.  We decided Saturday night to take the offer.  The new owners want to move in towards the end of June, which is quite a bit sooner than I wanted to move, which made it much, MUCH harder for me to accept.  For awhile I was in denial, trying to pretend that it hadn't happened.  Then I got angry.  Really, really angry.  I was illogically and inexplicably angry at the innocent people buying our house.  Why couldn't they wait to move until August?  I began imagining them living in my house, and I would just get angrier and angrier.  (By the way, I'm sure they are very nice people!  This is just the way I was feeling!)  Then I just got sad.  I cried all the next day at the drop of a hat.  I was so sad to be leaving my house.  And now I have finally come to terms with the whole thing.  I can actually see what a blessing it is, like everyone has been telling me for a couple of days.  I do wish we could stay here until the end of July or beginning of August.  I am extremely stressed out about working out the details of that in-between time.  But it will all work out and at least we sold our house.  We got the full asking price, too, which is really amazing.  I have accepted the inevitable, and am learning to be happy about it.