DH left this evening to go back to Las Vegas. Hard to have him leave again, especially since I’m not sure when we’ll get to visit again. It’s expensive for the kids and I to fly out there, and difficult for him to get away for more than a day or so from the new job. But we’ll survive.
And the good news is that someone is coming to look at the house on Wednesday morning. My wonderful cleaning crew comes back tomorrow afternoon, and then the Louisville area SBSTT (stitch, bitch, show, tell & teach) group comes over for Viki’s birthday tomorrow night, which (hopefully) will leave lots of positive energy in the house and make someone want to buy it.
I am a strong person. I know that. I know that I can do and handle a lot–maybe even more than most people. But being separated from DH is hard–on me and the kids. I hope the house sells quickly. Tomorrow will be one week since I signed the contract with the agent, so it’s really too soon to tell. I’m a little disappointed that he doesn’t have the picture up on the MLS listings yet, but I guess things take time. I have some good pictures of the front of the house, so maybe I’ll e-mail a few “just in case.”
I keep thinking that I’m going to pick up my knitting and relax a little, but the truth is that my mind is going a million miles an hour, thinking and planning…and wondering what it will be like to live closer to the left coast. It’s funny, but in all the lists and rings that I’m on, I’ve yet to find a single person from southern Nevada…everyone seems to know someone there, though, so I’ve got some good contacts. And Ruth Schooley sent me the name of the person who runs a big knit shop about 8 miles west of downtown Las Vegas, so I know there’s knitting civilization there. That’s a huge relief, that’s for sure.
I’m a little down, too, because moving will end this phase of my life and start a new one. Not that I’m afraid of something new, just that my time here in Louisville has been…well, fantastic. Grad school, first real jobs, meeting and marrying Eric, buying a first house and then a second, having children…all those things happened here. And there are so many dear friends I’ll have to leave to long distance. That part is going to be hard as well. Real adult friends are a treasure–I have been blessed here, that’s for sure.
But hey–I also get to look forward to unpacking my stash once we get there, and who knows what treasures I’ll uncover? And who knows what will go missing, necessitating shopping trips and online acquisitions…
Time to go rip the contacts from my eyeballs, put my jammies on, plug in my heating pad and crawl under the covers with the chihuahua. I know she, for one, is definitely going to love baking her bones in the clear Nevada sunshine. Sigh. It was nice to have DH breathing next to me in the bed this weekend. Sometimes all you need is just to know that someone else is there.