Yesterday was the final walk-through by the buyers of our house.  We were supposed to be here, since they’re going to be our landlords for the next few months, but it was just too weird for me.  Like, who’s house is this?  So we drove around the neighborhood and went to a few yard sales for an hour or so.  Oh–and shared a foot-long at Subway.  Nick finally called to tell us the coast was clear, and I spent some of the afternoon cleaning the refrigerator.  I had hoped to sell it, but–sigh!–no one wants it.  We have a number of major appliances that we have to get rid of by Tuesday, which is the final day of escrow.  Washer, dryer, stove, fridge.  Sigh…..

And Tuesday–the house will no longer be mine.  That’s such a big deal for me, and I wish there were some way of commemorating it.  My mother and I bought this house together.  She lived here.  She died here.  It’s the last life she and I shared.  And–it truly marks the end of my daughterhood.  So I’m sad.