I try to pack up at least 4 or 5 boxes every day and I swear it seems like I haven't done a thing. It is overwhelming.
I have to tell you that as I'm packing, I am finding myself constantly picking something up and saying, "Honey, do you think you'll need this at the new house?" And then feeling so sad -- and dumb. I just cannot accept that he's gone.
The finance people called me today to tell me that the VA has finally come through with some of the remaining paperwork for my loan. So I imagine the loan closing date will be set pretty soon. Then I can get busy with window coverings, garage door opener, and other things on my list. And start getting used to a big mortgage payment.
There's going to be a blizzard tonight up north. Winter is here.