Well, it happened today. We sold our Knoxville home. Signed all the papers. Walked away with our big fat check. I thought I would be more sad. Maybe it’s because we don’t actually have to be out for a few more weeks. Or maybe it’s just really stupid to be sad over a house when you have a whole future of sand being stuck in your butt cheeks.
Either way, there was no sadness today. No thoughts of regret. And with part of the proceeds from selling our house, we were able to pay off all of our debt (minus student loans, of course) and still have plenty left over for our big move to paradise.
It’s been a pretty eventful week so far for it to only be Wednesday. We rescued a dog earlier in the week that we now have to try and find a new home for. And in even more exciting news, my obsession for reviewing people, places, and things, has paid off and I was promoted to a Google Local Guide Level 8. I review things like it’s my job. Even though they haven’t reached out to offer to pay me to travel the world and write reviews yet, I am optimistic that it will happen one day.
So we’ve got most of our house packed up except for the things we use on a regular basis. The house we are scheduled to move into seems to be on track for that to happen in the next two weeks. The current tenants have to be out by the 10th. We are hopeful to be in between the 14 and the 17th. We definitely are taking a leap of faith when it comes to this move.
Not only have I never even been to Myrtle Beach, we haven’t laid eyes on this house that we are in a verbal contract to rent. All we know is that it has 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and a fenced in yard at the end of a cul-de-sac. Yes, you can come visit. We will have extra space.
I’m actually really excited to have an extra couple of rooms at the beach. The house we are in right now is so small that we never really entertained and definitely couldn’t open our home up for people to come stay with us. As soon as Mel moved out, I turned our second bedroom into an office/workout space and we were down to one bedroom.
So having a place that is big enough that we can say, “sure, come visit, you can stay with us,” will be really nice. And with us living close to the beach, I think that will happen quite a bit. Or at least I hope it does.
I am only working on Sundays from now until the 20th, which means, I am going to have a lot of free-ish time on my hands over the next two weeks. I thought maybe I would try to crank out a book or edit the one I have already written, but my office space that used to be my creative safe haven is now a storage room with boxes up to the ceiling….literally, we can’t even turn the ceiling fan on.
We are ready and excited to start this next chapter of our life. I never really actually believed I would pack up and move away. Everyone I know and love lives in Knoxville. And I love the city itself so much. I can’t even count the number of things I will miss when I leave here, but I always said that when my kids grew up and moved on, I would too.
All the crazy dreams and plans I had before I had kids and all the “would have, could have, should haves” that I have dwelled upon over the years, have all come back to the forefront of my mind and if I choose to stay in the same old life I have, even though I love this life, I will wake up one day on my deathbed wishing I hadn’t been too scared to sell the house, or to scared to pack up and move to a place where I don’t know anyone, or too scared to start over. I don’t think I have any more fearful bones in my body to keep living that life.
I have adopted more of a “what’s the worst thing that could happen?” attitude and usually, whatever scenario I come up with isn’t as scary as the actual scenarios I had to deal with in real life with three small children in tow.
So, we did the damn thing. We sold the house. We are packed. We are moving. We are looking forward. We are breaking the rearview mirror so we can’t look back even if we wanted to. And I gotta say, it’s pretty damn exciting!