Last night J and I received an offer on our condo.
The prospect raised emotions in us both. A reminder of why the condo is for sale in this less than ideal market. A step further away from each other. One less thing shared between us.
Sadness, for me. In the idea of packing up my belongings and moving out of the place that has been my home for more than four years. Belongings. A perhaps inappropriate term, here. For since J moved his things out of the condo and with the listing of our home on the market, I have not felt a sense of belonging in the house. The neatly arranged shelves. And clean bathroom. Made bed. And lack of Miss Else. Perhaps my things belong in the condo but I, recently, do not.
So, I suppose. Despite my stomach's unsettled feeling with the idea of leaving, I am aware that it is time. Perhaps this is the offer we will accept. And the process will be set into motion immediately. Perhaps this is not the right offer and it will be a bit more time, but still, the time will come soon. And I am trying to be ready for it.
Trying to imagine the next place I will call home.