Well, I'm moving. My mom put in a low bid compared to the asking price and the owner accepted in in like 45 minutes. It's a nice house on a good bit of land. I'll like not having neighbors close to us. I'll also have a lot more space. But I hate the change. I'm cozy here in my little home. Now I'll be living in a modified basement. I'll be close to my sister's family so will be able to be there as my nieces grow up and also have help if my mom has health issues at some point. It means I'll be 3 hours from my therapist so mostly will be virtual with him. I'm hoping to work it out to see him in person once a month somehow. My family dr will also be 3 hours away and I don't plan to change that either. I'll be nearly 5 hours from my pdoc and breast clinic. Those things suck. I'll have to figure it all out when everyone is back in their offices and I feel a little less knocked off center. I'll also lose my church and small group. Hopefully I'll find another easily.


I don't know how I feel. Mixed up. I'd been assured this was so unlikely and then last week my mom went to see another place and decided to tack on this one that she'd rejected (I couldn't go because I was sick) and this turned out to be the house. So hopefully I'll see it soon and that will help me feel better.


This has been quite the 10 days...