the final countdown

the home stretch.

the last mile.

the light at the end of the tunnel.

I’m so darned excited I can hardly contain my excitement.  In less than 2 days, I will be standing inside my house.  My House.

My Home, Sweet Home.

It’s a rather hectic week in my neck of the woods.  I should be packing instead of writing, but I also felt the need to write since I haven’t in a few days.  Not that I’m writing anything that’s intellectually stimulating or even all that exciting for anyone else.  But it’s my blog and if I wanna scream at the top of my internet lungs that there are only 37 hours and a few odd minutes left before I start the closing on this house then I will.

By golly!

Tomorrow at noon, I meet my Realtor at the house for the final walk through.  Hoping it goes smoothly.  Hoping the next 2 days 4 days go smoothly.

It supposed to rain on Saturday…moving day.  Isn’t that good luck?  Or does it count only your wedding day?