You see, we aren't the slightest bit sad about leaving this house we have shed tears, a bit of blood, and a whole lot of sweat in. Both of us can hardly wait for the moment when we shut that door for the last time.
Don't get me wrong. We love the house. We are proud of what we have done. We are just SO OVER our lives as renovators with kids.
The last couple of months have been hard. Popping Mina's pacifier back in her mouth with a paint brush in the other hand. Trying to get Franca to play in the other room so you can just finish the last bit of work with the nail gun. We Are Over it. OVER. IT.
The only fleeting moment of sadness came while saying goodbye to our neighbor. She told us how she remembers the previous owner standing in the front yard with her infant son. She just went to his high school graduation party. She then said how she had hoped she'd get to see our girls grow up. Sigh. My heart sank. Good neighbors are hard to find. 86'n It doesn't just have good neighbors, it has great neighbors.
While I fully admit the new handshower is freaking amazing, we are going to miss our neighbors the most.
Closing is tomorrow morning. Marc is still over at the house finishing up last project. (Ridiculous) I'll pop by later to drop off a bottle of bubbly and a welcome to Asheville card.
And that's it.
I'll close that door and with it start a whole new chapter in our lives.
Here's to tomorrow.