Here's the shake-down. Tomorrow, we fly to Belgium. A wonderful opportunity has come up and all we know right now is that we're checking into a hotel upon our arrival and we'll stay there for a few weeks (My dream has finally come true. I've always wanted to live in a hotel like Eloise at The Plaza.) until all the details can be sorted. We know this will last for about three months and that we should be back in the States by Christmas. The past couple weeks have been the most ridiculous whirlwind I've ever experienced. (Ha. And four years ago I thought moving to London on a two month's notice was insane. That's nothing.)
As in, one evening I was sitting on my couch thinking about how I couldn't wait for Glee to start and the next day, I found out that I would be waiting for the first season on DVD. As in, one day I was thinking about how I could not WAIT for hockey season to start and the next day, I was listing two-to-three months worth of our season tickets for sale. ($500 for 8 games, including parking passes - call me!) As in, one day I was telling everybody how excited I was to fly out to Denver to see Melanie and go to The Killers concert at Red Rocks and the next day, I was emailing Melanie to tell her we couldn't make it and would she please try to sell our tickets for us.
And you know, we decided that packing up some suitcases and flying to Europe just wasn't enough to keep us busy. So in the middle of all this we decided to sell our house. We had been wanting to get it on the market for a while but we just couldn't motivate ourselves to actually go through with it. (Plus, we loved the adorable little mortgage payment that went along with our adorable little house. Pocket change, people. Pocket change.)
But we decided this was the perfect opportunity because 1) we won't be here to have to deal with the showings and having to keep it spotless between maid visits; 2) our furry children won't be here to lay atomic bombs in the litter box right before people walk in the door [they have a truly uncanny knack for this], and 3) nothing like an $8,000 tax credit for first time homebuyers to motivate a young couple to take the plunge!
(And you know, nevermind the fact that we will be straight up HOMELESS upon our return. Eh, we'll deal with that later.)
(Also nevermind that I totally underestimated the emotional impact of moving out of our first house and have basically broken into tears every time we take another load to the storage unit.)
(Oh yes, and let's not even discuss how many times I have cuddled the preshus kittehs and started sobbing at the thought of leaving them. Even though they'll be at a very nice "Pet Resort and Spa" in a "luxury rainforest condo" with "panoramic views over the bird yard" and an "HD tv simulated aquarium" to keep them entertained... Still. The sobbing. It's started again.)
So despite the fact that it seemed like an insurmountable task to get all this done, we said "bring it". As a wise man once said, "Leap and the net will appear." So that's what we're counting on. We're jumping and crossing our fingers that something catches us.
(P.S. I hope you're right, Jason Mraz.)