Yup, I am literally homeless.

While I was driving home Tuesday night, I was at the height of my stress level for the entire moving process.  Almost on cue, the song (see #3) came on the radio about four minutes before I got home.  At that point, I knew that things were going to be ok.  It was like (insert your preferred religious diety here) was watching over me and knew just the remedy to put me in the right state of mind.  For me, God knew what I needed.  I heard “the song” again on my way into Boston last night as well.

After getting to bed at 3:30am Tuesday night, I was up at 7am to complete the cleaning process.  I finished up just a few minutes before the buyers arrived for their final walk through and I am so mad at myself for procrastinating again.  I had more than enough time to get everything done without having to cram it all at the end.  As you can imagine, my focus wasn’t all there during the closing.  My attorney had to repeat things to me several times.

One thing I didn’t forget to do: I left the new owners a bottle of wine along with two wine glasses and a corkscrew on the kitchen counter.  I also wrote them a short note welcoming them home and wishing that they enjoy the house as much as I did.  When they saw me at the closing, they gushed about how nice of a touch that was.  Their realtor remarked, “In my 15 years in this business, that is the classiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

(Little did they know that I only did it so I could have three less things to pack.)

The closing went really smoothly.  I phased out a lot of the lawyer psycho-babble and my tired mind wandered aimlessly.  I thought of all the happy days I spent there and how much I would miss the house.  My gaze kept shifting to the new buyer’s kids who were playing in the corner of the room.  My sadness in leaving that house was quickly forgotten when I started imagining all of the happy times those kids would have in my their new house.

If I haven’t mentioned it already to you: I’m having a goodbye party tonight on the roof deck of the Baseball Tavern tonight.  The roof of the Baseball Tavern narrowly beats out Tavern on the Water for my favorite place to drink a beer in the city.  The view is gorgeous and of course it overlooks Fenway Park.  If you are a regular reader of this blog, you are more than welcome to stop by.  We’ll be there from about 7pm until my brother drags me out of there and drives me to safety.

Lastly, I am dropping Miley off at the kennel at 4pm today.  I am certainly not looking forward to being apart from my puppy for who knows how long.

And so it begins…