Last Sunday we said goodbye to Wells Ward. It was hard. I love that old, historic, beautiful building, the spiritual moments I have had there and the people I have met there who have touched my life. I came home exhausted from the emotional and physical toll saying goodbye took on me. Also relieved that I wouldn't have to do that again for a long time.
This Friday, June 11th was supposed to be our moving date. Unfortunately, on Monday, June 7th, we found out that the buyers of our house backed out. So, instead of finishing the packing of our house, I'm back in staging/cleaning-to-show-it mode. I'm sad, heartbroken, angry, numb. I understand people can change their minds but seriously, 4 days before we are supposed to close? It's just not right.
The day we found out I cried. A lot. Yesterday I was kind of numb. Today I'm just downright angry.
I don't want to be in this place again. Selling a house is not fun. You never know when you are going to get the call to leave the house and you feel like you are living in limbo. I thought we were done with that and thank goodness we were! I could almost feel the new hardwood and carpeted floors beneath my feet and feel the cooled central air. I was done, ready to move on. But now, back to square one. I don't know how to act or feel or what to do. I refuse to say goodbye again. I can't do it. So, in the meantime I guess we just pray that we will have a new buyer quickly. And we pray for the strength to continue.