my hectic life

[mmblz]

So, we moved a few weeks ago.
I've had lots of thoughts about this whole period of time but haven't expressed them yet. Finally things have settled down enough that I think I can.

We listed our condo in clearly the worst market of the past x number of years. We listed it ourselves since we could get it on MLS and didn't see the benefit of paying a seller's agent 2.5%. Huge stress as the market started to tumble almost exactly as we finally had the place ready and on the market. Slow activity made us question our decision to do it ourselves, but we still felt that was more the market than anything. Immense stress over whether we would sell at all, or at what price. Pressure from switching from 2 incomes, 1 mortage to 1 income, 2 mortgages.

Finally found a buyer and everything started to happen very fast. They made an offer 4 hours after seeing it for the first time. We ultimately closed about 1 month after that day. Days and days became weeks of packing. We got "almost done" by thanksgiving, then I flew back alone to finish up - which turned out to be a series of late nights and little sleep.

Worked right up to when the movers arrived but did get everything finished. Was left with an evening with nothing to do but wait to leave the next day. Circumstances worked out and I drove out to have a couple cigars with Tom. I like seeing my BOTLs - isn't frequent enough. Was finally able to just relax and unwind, in great company. The next day I had to pack up a small subset of what had been in the house, put it in a 15' truck (which was way bigger than necessary), and start driving east. More annoying tasks took longer than expected, and when I finally got out of town, I lit up a Mag 50 that Tom gave me the night before, and thoroughly enjoyed it as I tried not to think about how wide the truck was and who I might hit. For the first leg of the journey it was my only cigar, on the theory that I could drive faster with both hands free.

Circumstances worked out again - I left way too late to make the drive in one day and Dave offered that I should stop in OH in the middle of the trip. Unfortunately I got in late so had all too short a time with Dave, Sam, and Todd, but any amount of time is better than none. More relaxation and great company. The next day I was pretty used to the truck - so much that it seemed oddly almost like driving a car. Took advantage of good weather and a pretty boring drive to smoke 3 or 4 cigars, and turned an awful trip into a mildly enjoyable, or at least tolerable one.

So, we're finally here and able to get back to a more normal life, and thank god that the last chapter turned out how it did...
All around though, cigars and friends were able to provide bright spots in an otherwise miserable week..