Done. Dead. Buried. No More House!

I can stop holding my breath now.  It's actually done.  The buyer closed on the sale of my house this morning.  My hands are washed.  The 8 years of marriage that house symbolized is entirely behind me now.  If you need a visual for what my mood is like, here you go.

I have never been happier to be among the ranks of America's renters than I am right now.  Aaaaaaaah.

Now, on to the next item on the agenda.  Buying the car!  (That's NEXT Friday.)  After that, margaritas with Jenny, my real estate lady!