I still can't believe it...things are all so surreal when they are handled civilly over the phone! One call and the place you live is placed at the disposal of the public and soon someone offers you a lot of money for it...another call and you've agreed to hand over an even more enormous sum of money to someone else for their property. It's that simple.
I'm totally clued in that this isn't a simple process at all, and it's only the beginning. I knew this morning that I would be as terrified of getting the house as I would have been at losing it!! I have visions of sitting in our own garden (without other people's dog poop to watch out for!!), of giving the boys proper baths in their own bathtub, of growing flowers in the front yard...all of which carry me through the moments (small at present) of fear at the mountain of transition yet to climb. Changing phone number and address, getting to know new neighbours, packing and unpacking are only the beginning...sounds manageable enough though.
But we're still due to have this baby any day!!!!
Crazier things have happened, and people have survived them. We are so grateful to the Lord for working this out in a way that made us trust more, talk seriously, work hard and ready ourselves to live fully in what is no matter the decision. I'm glad that He answered our prayer to have the house decision made before the baby came so at least we can enjoy a week or so of the wonder of our new life before we turn everything upside down! And moving at Easter holidays means the boys will have ample time to settle in to our new world, with their new sibling, before the routine starts again.
I'm sure I'll have much more to say about this in the weeks to come--and when reality hits me!