My house is officially no longer mine. I signed the papers this morning. In my rush to get to the office on time, I only had a few minutes to scramble around the house one last time. That worked out well since the moment I paused, I started to get really sad. As much of a pain as it was, I will miss my little place. I walked down to Java Roaster for one last chai from cute boy for the drive back to Carmel.

I’ll post photos of my new place soon…in the meantime, I will continue to injure myself running in to things in the crammed space. I need to downsize my stuff. But now I must get back to working. I have to make up for so many work hours missed during this huge selling & moving fiasco. I need to be ahead of the game before I leave for London…Mar. 9…yes, only 9 days. Pretty insane. Works out that I’ve been too busy to think about everything that’s happening.