Well it's done. The buyers took possession at noon today (Friday July 27th). The money (what little there is) is in my bank account. Dave and I no longer share a home. I am no longer a home owner.
I don't think it's really hit me yet. Because the job I'm working for the summer has accommodation I've not really thought about it. I think that come the end of September when my job is done, and I become homeless it'll hit me like a ton of bricks. I'll be homeless and jobless. Great, something to look forward to.
Anyways I have spent the last two weeks madly trying to get the house ready. It was not easy and it literally made me mad. Very mad. At me, at Dave, at the buyers, at the world. Because I'm not living and working in Vancouver, I could only get back to the house twice, each time for two days to pack it up. Dave was (still is) out of town, so he was no help. He did take all his stuff, but it still left me with all the other stuff to deal with.
Luckily I had a little bit of help from Steve, Kim, Joanna and Michelle. I seriously don't know that I would have made it through without Michelle. She propped me up, told me funny stories and bought me coffee. And dinner. And wine. I got so overwhelmed with the amount of stuff still left to do and the ever diminishing amount of time to do it in I actually collapsed in a sobbing heap. More than once. Michelle was always there to pick up the pieces. Wrap things in newspaper. Pack items in boxes. Move boxes. To keep me sane.
So after taking three truckloads to goodwill, two truckloads to the dumpster, one load to the hangar and four truckloads to the storage locker. It's done. The locker is stuffed to its very edges. The house is empty. It's time for new beginnings.
I do miss it. I liked the townhouse. It was the perfect size for me. I liked the location beside the river, and the trails and the little village. I'll miss it:(