Boxes are starting to fill my home. From where I sit, I can see three different stacks because I'm trying to keep them out of the walkways for as long as possible. There is a stack in the hall and another in the kitchen. So far I've packed up things like knick-knacks, the china, extra coffee mugs, extra linens and pillows, and appliances I won't be using in the next three weeks. The kids have picked out some books to read, and I've packed the rest.
We had inspections done here on Friday afternoon. We have a few things to fix but thankfully nothing major. Inspections for our new house are scheduled late this week. We're not expecting to find anything big, but you never know. Once those things are taken care of, we get to wait on the appraiser. Then we get to wait on the title information. And in the meantime, I'm supposed to be educating the children because our first school day is tomorrow. We may or may not take a week off while we're moving; I haven't entirely decided yet.
Once we get into our new place (knock on wood, etc., etc.), my mom, sister and I are headed up to visit my grandmother. She's decided that she wants to move to an assisted living facility... before winter. In her mind, this means September or October. It's a facility with studio apartments, and she gets to bring her own furniture, but it's still a studio apartment, not a house. My mom, sister and I have to make sure the facility is going to be a good fit, get her moved, and then go through everything in the house and sell, give away, or otherwise dispose of all the furniture, goods and detritus that accumulates throughout 88 years of living... and that includes the car and the house. I'm not really looking forward to this, for many reasons. It's odd and uncomfortable to be talking about getting rid of so many things when their owner is still around to hear about it.
I'm also waiting on word from my sister. Her husband had a phone interview for a job out of state (WAY out of state), and if he gets it, they'll have to be moved by mid-August. For their sake, I hope he gets it, because it sounds like it would be a perfect fit, but at the same time, I don't want my sister to be so far away!
I'm taking things one day at a time right now, because if I try to look too far ahead, I'll have a full-on nervous meltdown and simply won't function. I'm one minor catastrophe away from the Land of Straitjackets and Valium. I don't handle stress well, and moving myself is bad enough - I wasn't planning on EVERYONE moving this year, know what I mean?
I will make it through this, I will make it through this...