I’m a tad bit stressed out right now. I’m actually putting it quite mildly. Our house is seemingly sold. However, I don’t count it over til’ it’s over. We had a 2 week closing to start with, which ends the 28th of this month. The woman buying our house decided just last night that she accepted the inspection and wants to continue on to own our house. I had not begun packing because this isn’t the first time the house has been under contract. The first time it fell through. And I became Negative Nancy and decided I would never get my hopes up again (concerning all the contingencies that can happen before closing). It’s called self-preservation. Now, we have 5 days to pack everything we own up and move. I’m actually still in shock and I don’t even know where to start. I sit and stare at the walls or watch my cat, Lola, chase her tail with a blank look on my face. Catatonic would be a good word for me right now.

Needless to say, you won’t be hearing much from me for a little bit. Hang in there. I’ll be back when I’m settled in at my dad’s and I can somehow get some resemblance of an internet connection. We should break ground on our house at the farm in probably another month, so I’ll have plenty to update you on when that starts.

Until then, I hope all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving tomorrow and happy shopping to all of you that must venture out for a good deal.

Totally getting a deep tissue massage when all this is over,

The Dairymaid

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