Movin' on up!

Swirling mind turd.  Moving sucks.  Sara has packed 95% of the house while I've helped reach the stuff off the top shelves, un-hang pictures, and provide emotional support?  That last is probably debatable.  However, as moving day is tomorrow, it's been a tough (mentally) couple of weeks.  But, I digress, a synopsis is in order.

I mainly started this blog with an entry about how we needed to get the eff out of our house (see: The system is still failing blog post).  It's a sordid tale, but one you've no doubt heard a dozen times, of a man, his wife, children and dog, stuck in a house amid abandoned homes, ex-con squatters in foreclosed residences, and, generally, unable to do squat shit about it.  The history is that we've been trying to sell since Sara was preggers with Jude.  That's nearly 6 years of "trying".  Well, folks, sometimes there's a happy...no no, too cheery, satisfactory ending to the story.

The long and short of it is that we have been able to sell our house.  A young couple who are expecting.  They ran us through the ringer about some of the questionable conditions we were living in (their questions, not ours) and we got nearly asking price.  Immediately Sara went into emergency where-the-fuck-do-we-go-from-here mode.  The house search took her, and us, as far north as West Orange, and as far west as Bernardsville.  And, at the last minute, Sara found a couple of houses in, of all places, the town next door, that might work.  Bids went in, one was accepted, and our closing date is 2 1/2-weeks away.

So, you see the dilemma: moving tomorrow...homeless for 2 1/2 weeks.  And that's the rosiest outcome.  New house has a couple of flaws...let's call them oil-tank and asbestos or OT&A for short.  (Inspections are great, aren't they?)  Family has come to the rescue, but it looks as if we'll be negotiating right to the closing date.  We've got places to crash, but no permanent address...something that's fairly common.  Our life will be housed in my gracious father-in-law's garage.  Pray it all fits. 

Until then, wish us luck.  Upwards and onwards. 

(P.S. new house has a pool and really nice deck/patio, so when are you visiting?)