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Reality is tap dancing on my doorstep and it's not pretty.
The husband leaves in four days. :-o
We've known this was coming, but as the date gets closer, it's just starting to hit me.
On top of him moving before us, is the insane bill he's going to accrue for the hotel where he'll be staying. Even though he researched and found the cheapest option, it will still cost nearly twice our mortgage. That terrifies me.
Now I really hope we sell this place quickly. At the same time, I'd like to spend some more time here with my friends before we go. The kids have a good friend's Halloween birthday party they're dying to attend. During Break the Fast, they rambled on and on about what they're going to do at that party and who will be here. The husband tried to remind them that we might not be here at the end of next month. I reminded him, that based on average time on the market in our area, we have months ahead of us. That thought seems overwhelming and helpless.
During Yom Kippur services, I realized that was his last Shabbat here. Going into the high holidays, I knew they would be our last here, but the fact that it would be his last Shabbat snuck up on me. I was near tears at one point, just looking around the sanctuary. I want to memorize every last bit of it. That, however, is another post for another day.
Until then, we'll continue working on the house, trying to shove in as many appointments as possible before he leaves and fighting back reality and its horrible tap routine as it shuffle ball changes right smack into the middle of our lives. There WILL be jazz hands. You can bet there will be jazz hands and they won't be pretty.