Relative Something

We are eking out progress, one day at a time. When our buyers make one more request of us, to appease their insurance company’s needs for in-depth documentation, we scour our files and produce the goods, from 16-years ago! Full speed ahead.

When I come home from the day-job, it is a relief for me to hear Cyndie report the variety of places in our house that she has vanquished. Closets packed, basement storage, down to the last few things. I am making progress, vicariously through Cyndie.

Our lovely children have both checked in, preparing to navigate the final days, and stop over to pick up the last of their stuff. We have received clearance from Cyndie’s parents to store some of our delicate and valuable items at their house during the transition.

We still haven’t found a home for the extra refrigerator in the basement, but what’s the worst that could happen? We take it with us. I’m not too worried.

We didn’t have a master plan when we moved into our house in Eden Prairie 25 years ago. Over the span of time that we have lived here, we shaped it into the home we wanted. I have every confidence we will be able to accomplish the same thing at our new home. The secret ingredient is time.

We don’t need to have it perfectly (whatever that is) figured out in time to tell the movers where to put everything. Get our stuff from here to there, place it somewhere safe and dry, and we’ll eventually figure out what will work best for us.

Seriously. That’s not just my struggles with planning talking. That’s my knowledge that we’ve done it before, and we will be able to do it again, and more!