So, when I posted, “Headache as Big as Texas,” a few days ago, I was referring to my head pounding like a million hammers were hitting my head. I have had a migraine for the past two weeks now. Migraine, tension headache, whatever. It just seems to be with me all the time: when I wake, when I fall into bed—a million hammers. I’ve heard of many home remedies for headaches, but I am hesitant to try them. Stop the pounding, please.
We did not get the first rental we found. The woman was supposed to hold the place for us until Friday, but she did not. Someone else came in that was ready to move right away. I was disappointed, because it meant I had to resume the dreaded rental search I was certain had ended once my college, roommate phase had come to a close. We were trying to get through the contingency period of escrow, so we knew the rental renting was, in fact, a necessity. Unfortunately, the contingency period has been extended until tomorrow. Insert a million hammers simultaneously pounding on my head.
On Friday, I resumed the rental search with full force, still unsure what could lie ahead in the escrow process—which sucks, frankly. By some stroke of dumb luck, divine intervention, or intense perseverance, we did find a cute house near San Diego State University. I fell in love with the little remodel and immediately called the landlord to tour the inside. It is a perfect house for us and will keep us comfortable until we find the perfect house to purchase.
Today, we got the keys and it still does not feel real. We have movers coming this weekend to start moving the big stuff, but the little stuff, I can get started with tomorrow. It still does not seem real. We are leaving this beloved home in two short weeks—forever. That gives me butterflies. My heart feels a bit sad.
The house selling has been painful and we feel burned by the process. It has been far more complicated than it ever should have become. I think the day we turn over the keys will be bittersweet. Without the bitter, you can never appreciate the sweet, I suppose. There is a lot to be done. At least we have some things to look forward to.