limbo

We locked up the truck and turned in the keys on Wednesday. So glad for all the people who helped! Otherwise, we'd still be there... Now we're at my SIL's house (in the same town) because the tenants in our ND house hadn't moved out yet and the rental agency wasn't sure when we could get in. But we just got an e-mail letting us know that they're laying new carpet and linoleum on Tuesday, and we can move in on Wednesday. Whew. Not only is it hard to be homeless, but it's a very weird feeling to have moved out of your house but still be in your town. Everywhere I go, I feel like a ghost--I can see it all, but it's like there's an invisible wall there and I can't quite reach through it. Since not being able to stay here was pretty much the worst thing I could imagine and it went all the way through to the end and actually did happen, I sort of feel like I've died, only I'm still hanging around haunting the place. But we should be able to Go On (as Dumbledore would say) pretty soon.

Really glad my SIL is here and we can crash at her house, though!! Plus my second son is 13 today, and living in your car or a tent for your 13th birthday doesn't exactly sound fun. Much better to be with a much-loved aunt for cake and celebration.