Yesterday. Two more sleeps.
Today. One more sleep. How many times did Julia and I do the “sleeps” countdowns when we were getting ready to travel? This time counting sleeps is for me. Are we really going? Will Boston really be there? Next week, this time, with a bit of luck, we should be in a house I’ve never seen, unpacking.
Today is our last quiet morning. Tomorrow, the movers come. There are still so many measures of uncertainty—no idea of what time movers are coming and so, what time my clean up crew can start. The buyers want to walk through at 2:30, or rather the buyer’s agent named that time. I’ve been visited by half of the buying couple twice to measure for a washing machine and to show her the garden, and I suspect that she is not pushing to do a walkthrough before the movers are finished, but who knows . . . The window for deliver is still July 1st to the 8th. With some luck, they will close that window up tomorrow. If it is the 1st to the 3rd, we will camp out in the new place starting July 1. We will be connected to the internet by noon on the 1st. Cheshire has two air mattresses, I have 2 camp chairs, swim towels and our picnic stuff in the car. I have reservations for our travel nights and a plan to see Seneca Falls on Saturday. Passports and the cat’s certificate of health are in our travel folder. Continue reading