When I looked back at some of my old posts recently I came across the post where I reflected over it only being three months left until we would be moving. It’s now approximately three weeks before we’re moving and that surreal feeling still haven’t gone away. We’re contacted more or less daily with some new detail or decision that needs to be made and yesterday was no exception.
The final paperwork have gone the full round with everyone that needs to sign them and we were sent one of the copies. The final invoice also arrived with our copy of the contract assignment. I handed the invoice off to T as he’s the one who are in contact with the bank. I took care of all the other obligations we needed fulfill like signing things, mailing it to the right people and other notifications that needed to be tended to.
We now got a time and date for everything. The final inspection will be happening on the 14th of February at 11.00 (11 am), the move is scheduled for the 19th between 17.00-20.00 (5 pm – 8 pm) and the key pickup will happen at 09.00 (9 am) on the day for the move.
I’m still kinda freaked and stressed out but somewhere in the back of my mind I’ve gotten get the feeling that we’ll be fine. I haven’t packed that much since the day I packed 3½ boxes so I guess it’s time to get moving with that again, like packing everything from the big wardrobe out in the hallway and most of the items in our cabinets in the kitchen.
I’m still insanely tired as well but I sleep 10-11 hours a night, kept for when the cats wake me up. They’ve done it twice in a row now, spazzing/playing so hard that they accidentally close the bedroom door effectively trapping themselves in the room. I’m then woken up by their intense scratching on the door as they try to get out.
Once the door is open though? They couldn’t care less about actually going out 😒 I know, I know, cats are like that. But my sleep still gets disturbed and if I don’t get up and go open the door for them, they will start meowing until I do.