After a stressful crazy time of picking an apartment and about a month of separation came moving weekend!
First off before you sign closing papers you need to pack and get out of the house so the buyer can have a final walk through before closing. If they like what they see after you've vacated the premises, closing can happen, that means, if you leave the premises and they don't like what they see at final walk through they can walk away from the sale. So naturally my partner's family was worried that closing may not happen even after leaving the house. This was on everyone's mind except mine I only needed to remember God in all of this. Because honestly, why would God take us on this journey of selling our house and getting us out if he was only going to take it away.
I just wanted to say that my faith was just abundant during this process. I believed, I had faith and I reassured my family and partner that things were going to be alright, that it would go smoothly, and I pulled them through it. Closing was gonna happen, selling the house was going to happen, I just knew it was. If I had not had my faith, and I was myself 9 months ago, I would have felt more stress than I could even imagine and that was me in September 2017, going it alone, only relying on myself. For years I carried on that way, and my finances plummeted, my marriage fell to pieces, always on the brink of divorce, but now I could see things so clearly, I knew it was going to be ok.
Friday came, my in-laws plan was to pick up the kids and have them stay over their house while we moved everything. My son opted to stay home, he wanted to have time with the neighbors next door, after all, he wasn't going to be seeing them as often as before, living three hours away. As sad as his grandparents felt (they too would not be seeing him regularly), they understood. We made it clear that he would need to help out if he stayed behind, he understood.
My partner was not returning until Friday evening, so I kissed my daughter goodbye and told her I'd see her on Monday (closing day) and she would see daddy too, she was thrilled when she heard that (these kids had not seen their dad in weeks, just through Facetime). Off she went and it was time for us to get packing.
We had a few last minute things to pack up before moving weekend, and this was the time to get it done. My sister-in-law was due to come by in the afternoon to dismantle our entertainment center and to wood glue and epoxy a bureau top for me, that was loose. It was a piece of furniture I had been trying to sell but I was unable to, in the end I decided to keep it, it was just too nice a piece to not keep. I just had my sis-in-law come to adhere it together so it moved well on Saturday when we took it with us to the storage unit.
My goal for the day was to also put items in our storage room (the den), in our home that were going to our storage unit. Saturday was going to be storage unit day, while Sunday was going to be official moving day. Friday was prep day and last minute projects.
A lot went on during moving weekend. We of course enjoyed having regular helpers. We invited people to come help us out (friends of ours), to help us move. A lot of last minute call outs happened to us, which put us severely behind schedule. My sis-in-law was a great mover, she could do a lot of heavy lifting and loading of the truck but her partner couldn't, because he had a back issue. He however was very useful in helping to pack up last minute stuff and carry small items onto the truck. My partner's attitude during the move was cold and stressful. He was so worried about making it out of the house in time that he let that take over so much that he started yelling at people, becoming irritable, and not communicating well with others on what was going on. It was frustrating for sure, a lot had to be done in a small amount of time. He was trying to hustle, maybe not in the best way but he was hustling. We were all exhausted and we all were tired, rest was important and we all needed to have a good day and have energy to get through the day but time was short and we needed it to be done.
First off before you sign closing papers you need to pack and get out of the house so the buyer can have a final walk through before closing. If they like what they see after you've vacated the premises, closing can happen, that means, if you leave the premises and they don't like what they see at final walk through they can walk away from the sale. So naturally my partner's family was worried that closing may not happen even after leaving the house. This was on everyone's mind except mine I only needed to remember God in all of this. Because honestly, why would God take us on this journey of selling our house and getting us out if he was only going to take it away.
I just wanted to say that my faith was just abundant during this process. I believed, I had faith and I reassured my family and partner that things were going to be alright, that it would go smoothly, and I pulled them through it. Closing was gonna happen, selling the house was going to happen, I just knew it was. If I had not had my faith, and I was myself 9 months ago, I would have felt more stress than I could even imagine and that was me in September 2017, going it alone, only relying on myself. For years I carried on that way, and my finances plummeted, my marriage fell to pieces, always on the brink of divorce, but now I could see things so clearly, I knew it was going to be ok.
Friday came, my in-laws plan was to pick up the kids and have them stay over their house while we moved everything. My son opted to stay home, he wanted to have time with the neighbors next door, after all, he wasn't going to be seeing them as often as before, living three hours away. As sad as his grandparents felt (they too would not be seeing him regularly), they understood. We made it clear that he would need to help out if he stayed behind, he understood.
My partner was not returning until Friday evening, so I kissed my daughter goodbye and told her I'd see her on Monday (closing day) and she would see daddy too, she was thrilled when she heard that (these kids had not seen their dad in weeks, just through Facetime). Off she went and it was time for us to get packing.
We had a few last minute things to pack up before moving weekend, and this was the time to get it done. My sister-in-law was due to come by in the afternoon to dismantle our entertainment center and to wood glue and epoxy a bureau top for me, that was loose. It was a piece of furniture I had been trying to sell but I was unable to, in the end I decided to keep it, it was just too nice a piece to not keep. I just had my sis-in-law come to adhere it together so it moved well on Saturday when we took it with us to the storage unit.
My goal for the day was to also put items in our storage room (the den), in our home that were going to our storage unit. Saturday was going to be storage unit day, while Sunday was going to be official moving day. Friday was prep day and last minute projects.
A lot went on during moving weekend. We of course enjoyed having regular helpers. We invited people to come help us out (friends of ours), to help us move. A lot of last minute call outs happened to us, which put us severely behind schedule. My sis-in-law was a great mover, she could do a lot of heavy lifting and loading of the truck but her partner couldn't, because he had a back issue. He however was very useful in helping to pack up last minute stuff and carry small items onto the truck. My partner's attitude during the move was cold and stressful. He was so worried about making it out of the house in time that he let that take over so much that he started yelling at people, becoming irritable, and not communicating well with others on what was going on. It was frustrating for sure, a lot had to be done in a small amount of time. He was trying to hustle, maybe not in the best way but he was hustling. We were all exhausted and we all were tired, rest was important and we all needed to have a good day and have energy to get through the day but time was short and we needed it to be done.
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