July 24th, 2008 by Rachel Ryan in Default
Tomorrow, we depart for Kitty Hawk - our family's first vacation in the Outer Banks, and, come to think of it, pretty much our family's first vacation period.
Don't get me wrong, we've had our weekend getaways, our Somers Point, our Ocean City, our Lancaster. But two uninterrupted weeks? Several states away? In a rental house? No internet access? This is a REAL vacation.
Meanwhile, craziness awaits when we return, a reality I am desperately trying to ignore: we'll have a week in which to pack our entire house and move, PLUS we still have yet to find the tenant to make our whole landlord plan a reality. Today, we decided we're trying to sell (while still open to the right tenant - pretty much a whatever-comes-first arrangement). Thanks to our fast-acting agent (the one who helped us find this house), we already have a "For Sale" sign in the front yard and a lockbox on the doorknob. In my dreams we will arrive home to a full price sales agreement with a thirty-day closing. (A lofty dream, sure...but a girl can have hope, can't she?)
As I look around, it's hard not to stress over the idea of moving the klunky furniture and five million books that occupy our living room across town. I have yet to reserve a moving truck, a decision that's half-denial and half-knowing far too well that a U-Haul reservation is basically useless. I haven't even begun to pack for our trip yet, and we're set to leave in less than twenty-four hours.
First things came first - tying up loose ends with clients, meeting my writing deadlines, making sure the right files get sent to the right printers. Next comes packing, of course, followed as of today by the cleaning up necessary to make sure the place shows well while we're away.
I just counted - 18 hours to go! I better stop typing and get moving.
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