Well, Here Goes Nothin'

The house is as good as sold. We received three serious offers last night, all above our asking price ranging from $5,000-$25,000. We've accepted one, with another as back-up. And now the impact of just what that means is hitting me. I am devastated. I love my house and I doubt anything will ever feel like this again. I know people think I am making a big deal out of nothing, but there is a reason my star sign is Cancer - I am exactly like that little crab that grabs ahold of something and never wants to let go. There is a reason that I am earthbound and deeply connected to my home surroundings. I don't want to have to build a new relationship with a new place all over again. It took six years before I really got a good friendship going with one of my neighbours (I always liked her, but babies and sleep deprivation got in my way of truly getting to know her). And as much as everyone (hubby) can say nothing will change, it doesn't change the fact that I can't just ring her up and say "got any eggs?" and she can run them over to me. We just won't see as much of each other and that hurts. What if the new neighbours suck?

Well. Whatever.