Signed, sealed, and to be delivered

Our offer on the condo townhouse (see picture) was accepted and finalized.

Our home of twenty-three years is officially "For Sale" today. Now the waiting game begins. Funny, how something like this has such a profound influence on sleep quantity. I haven't had trouble drifting off at the regular hour, but oh those wee-small ones . . . from, say, 3:30 a.m. until about 5:00. My mind is reeling: what furniture to get rid of, where to keep the fancy china, what if I can't find a place for the proverbial 'junk drawer' that's a mainstay of everyday life?

The condo, although configured nicely for our needs, and large by condo standards, definitely means we're downsizing. Hubby pointed out we'd lived here, in our current house, nearly half our married life (marriage will be forty-eight years in September). No wonder this seems challenging. But don't get me wrong . . . it's thrilling, as well. Stay tuned.