Fini

After all the angry maniacal raves, the sleep deprivation sessions, the work, the anguish, the good times, the bad times, the triumphs, the failures, the thousands and thousands of dollars .... it's done.

Sunday at 11:00pm we walked out the door and turned out the lights.

It didnt feel how I thought it would though. As I looked around at the empty rooms, all the memories started to come back to me and I felt sadness. I've been hating this house for months! Now Im sad thats its done?!? That's messed up.

Last night I was feeling conflicted as I drove. I turned on the radio and 'Alive' by Edwin was playing (really, it was!). That made me think I should be happy..... just to be alive apparently.

I know why Im sad (there are a lot of good memories in that house, it's our first house, Jacob was born there, the amount of work, etc) but... WHERE'S MY F$^%ING JOY?! My sense of satisfaction ?!? Something? Anything?

Maybe its the fact that this is just another step. We still are going to buy another house. Most likely really soon before the market goes crazy yet again.

Anyways, the place is done, I'll sort out my feelings as I go.