Under Contract

Who knew that deciding to live the life of nomads would be exactly what the Universe wanted for us. The stars are aligning a little quicker than expected and today we received an amazing offer on our home, so officially under contract we go.

The downside, we close on December 6th, and need to be out by December 8th; so a crash course in the art of being homeless is also in the cards for us. Thank God for extended stay hotels or Grandma's house, if I can convince her to take all three of us in for the holidays; pretty please, Grandma!

Also, I might be in complete and utter shock right now that this is all really happening; so if you talk to me and I seem to be off somewhere, it might be because I am in the middle of a minor panic attack or I am compiling a list in my head of all the shit that needs to be accomplished in the next five weeks.

Seriously, we are selling our home and getting rid of the majority of our belongings to pretty much live out of a car and travel; if I wasn't adamantly against drug use, I would honestly think we were smoking crack! "What are we thinking?" "Have we officially gone nuts?" These are the thoughts flashing through my mind right at this very moment! And then there is, "this is going to be fucking awesome", and I'm at peace again.

So uh, reciprocity! All those we have helped move over the years, we will be calling in a return favor. Fortunately things will only have to be moved from the house to our POD in the drive way, and hopefully most of the furniture at that point will be sold, so woo hoo! You all are getting off easy! Oh and thanks in advance, we really appreciate the future help!

And last but not least, thanks for all the good energy everyone has sent out on quick sale; we really appreciate it and are so happy to have you all along for this crazy and amazing journey we're setting out on! We love you all, especially Grandma!

Just Listed

This happened today! We are officially one giant step closer to becoming homeless; unsure if I should be excited about this epic step or if I should cry. This has been our home for 14 1/2 years and deciding to let go of it has definitely had its emotional moments; we have some amazing memories here and letting go of the house that built them is tough!

I think about all the Halloween, Birthday and Christmas Eve parties that have happened under this roof; there has got to be close to a hundred people that have felt at home here enough to literally pass out in our spare bedrooms, on the couches or anywhere the floor looked most comfortable at 2am.

The additions and the improvements that we've added to make our home unique and ours; the basement, the giant deck and the crooked doggie door that Tom installed (btw, this makes me smile every time I look at it); all the little things that make it special because of the love that was put into them, they will all be missed.

Then there are those moments of panic, the what-the-hell are we thinking flashes that pop into my brain on a regular basis; all the "what if's" that could go wrong. Ugh! We truck on though, we work through the doubts, knowing that we can always come back and that home is wherever we are as a family; that the memories reside in us and not in physical things, remembering that change is good and that we have one hell of an amazing journey ahead of us!

So send good karma that the "Compagno Hotel" sells quick and to somebody that will cherish and love it as much as we have. 

Hoarding????

Some may call it hoarding, I just like to think that I have organization down to a science!

We have started going through files and cleaning out things that we have not used in years, the slim down before the real packing commences. During this purging I might have realized that I hold on to things way too long, I mean, doesn't everyone still have taxes from 1993? Needless to say, the shredder has had a meltdown due to the vast amounts of shredding I have put it through. By the way, side note here, Shred Masters is my saving grace right now!

I have decided that living in one place for almost fifteen years, may not be a good thing. Why? Well, you keep things, things you totally think you'll use later, then surprise you never did and you're left pondering, "why in the hell did I ever hold onto this!" Things, like taxes, that I didn't realize went back twenty fucking years, totally blaming my awesome organization skills on this one; so easy to just put the new file in the back of the filing cabinet and not even think, huh, maybe I should remove the year that is now out of the seven year window. Oh and would anybody like a manual or the warranty to my last blender? If so, it is neatly filed and organized and yours for the taking!

I don't even want to mention the amount of visits that Tom and I have taken to Deseret Industries in the last few weeks, I will just let you know that they might know our names and recognize our SUV when we pull up. Carts circle the vehicle and the workers eyes might light up like it's Christmas morning; although a few more visits and they might be giving me the number to a therapist to discuss my hoarding, uh I mean, organization!

It has been so liberating to get rid of stuff! We both were talking yesterday about how much lighter we are already beginning to feel and the freedom of not be tied down to things brings a person. It has been a very refreshing and cleansing experience for both of us and we aren't even to the big items yet! I can't wait, every little thing we get rid of gets us that much more excited for the road that lies ahead!