Am I showing my age if I recall the commercial that spelled relief: r-o-l-a-i-d-s?
Do they even make that product any more?
It doesn’t matter. I have a new way to spell relief: s-i-g-n-e-d-l-e-a-s-e. And while I’m not there yet, I have just come to very agreeable terms with a homeowner and expect to have a signed lease soon.
It was the very first house I saw on Saturday morning. I could have been home for dinner. But then I wouldn’t have found that great Spanish restaurant my mom and I enjoyed, so it’s ok.
18 days from now, the packers are coming to box up my stuff. Oh, I have so much to do in so little time.
The next month or so is an interesting time with multiple stages of stress and relief. The stress of securing a new house is almost over. In a few weeks, the stress of packing will be over. Of course, there are the stresses of having a baby, cleaning and clearing our current home, and settling in to our new home. But far and above all these issues is the mother of all stresses and there is only one way to spell relief from that one:
29 days to go.