Monkey on my back

Tomorrow I close on the house. 6811 Fyler will no longer be mine. I was a bit sad--but after sinking $2000 into a new electrical panel, $2000 into a new furnace, $1500 on a radon mitigation system, and getting totally low balled on our asking price...I'm very ready to say goodbye to the place. We put so much work into getting the place in tip top shape and then to have to replace two major systems and have the market go south on us. It has been a very discouraging process. Very discouraging.

Lindsey and I went over tonight to get the very last of the items left over there and to harvest the last of my basil. We had a feast of homemade pesto with fresh tomatoes and pasta. It was delicious. While we were picking basil two ladies came into the driveway and asked, "Is this M******'s house?" "Not until tomorrow," I said. They looked a little taken aback. I didn't mean to sound curt. I just meant that I'm not counting my chickens before they are hatched...I won't believe it until I see it...I'm so used to being disappointed in this process. From the first contract falling through until today, when the stupid oven wouldn't light and Laclede didn't pass it. I've learned to expect bad news. So until I sign the last line of tomorrow's contract...no, until the check clears...I still consider that house a monkey on my back. I loved it for so long. No more. No more. Ready to move on. Becca joked today that maybe the house wasn't ready to let me go.