I actually wrote this during a BlogHer session this weekend, but never got around to finishing it with all the constant squeeing going on around me at the conference. Which I'll write about later, because I've discovered I'm quite squeeable.
I have known all weekend that we are officially in escrow. We sold our house.
I've been afraid to type the words. I still am. Without going into too much detail I'll just say that a lot of things still have to fall into place for this escrow to actually close in 30 days.
I am afraid to be hopeful when I just recently came to terms with the fact that an ugly ending seemed inevitable.
But, I will pretend. I will pretend that the beautiful sold sign outside of my house represents an end to this nightmare. I will pretend that we escaped. I will pretend that I am celebrating.
Because it feels so damn good.