It's finally here.

I have an appointment in a little over two hours to go sign paperwork for the purchase of my new condo.

I haven't talked much about what's going on, partly because everything was so up in the air, and partly because it's all still somewhat raw. But it's racing forwards now, with all the sudden fright of a freight train coming out of the night. You hear the whistle for a long time, and then suddenly it's right there in front of you.

I'm moving into the condo of a friend of ours, Janet, who is moving into the house with Lisa. In effect, a house swap. I get my own place which is larger than I could afford on my own, Lisa gets to stay in the house she loves and Janet has a place big enough for her and her two kids. It's a good trade, all the way around.

Makes for some fun complications and scrambles. I have an appointment at noon today to sign purchase documents for an hour, and then Lisa and I have a half-hour appointment at 2 to sign sale documents. Lisa and Janet then have an appointment at 2:30 to sign purchase documents on the house, and then Janet comes back in tomorrow morning to sign for the sale of the condo. This is only manageable because we were able to use the same bank and lawyer for all of it. No conflict in this instance apparently.

I'm kind of bewildered. We didn't go with a realtor, on the mistaken impression that it would be simple, since we're just changing houses, but the legalese of the various contracts has my brain hurting. Plus all sorts of bizarre things keep leaping out of the woodwork unexpectedly.

Like yesterday, when the lawyer told me to bring a certified check or money order for $1800 to my noon meeting, to cover closing costs and any overages. Anything unused will be returned to me, she explained. And I'm all THE HELL? and wondering why this isn't coming out of my settlement money since I sure don't have $1800, and she's all we can't because that's joint money and Lisa hasn't authorized that, and I'm all well what if she DOES, and she's all sure, and I'm all please don't give me any more shocks my heart can't take it.

Between now and when the movers show up at 9 am Saturday, I still have to:
* Divide and pack the towels and linens
* Pack my portion of the books, DVDs and kitchen stuff (which is all divided and waiting to be boxed)
* Clean Pippin's cage (and the wall and floor around where he's been at the folks' place)
* Steam clean the couch
* And, um, lots of other stuff too I think.

If there's time (and the money from the settlement gets deposited like it should on Friday) I want to pick up some new shelves and a new computer desk so I have somewhere to unpack to, but that might have to wait until Sunday (or whenever the money from the settlement does clear).

Yeah, I'm totally losing my mind. People ask how I'm doing and I give them a look like when Jim Carrey was totally losing his mind in Liar Liar.

Work has been awesome. When I ask my boss for time to handle all the stuff she just looks at me and asks if there's anything she can do to help. My coworkers all have been great, shouldering some of the work I've had to hand off while I'm INSANE. Tons of friends have offered to unload boxes and sort books and that's wonderful.

Anyone who still wants to pop over to the new place Saturday and have a look and tell me that picture isn't straight, call my cell phone and I'll let you know where it is. 651-SHIT for anyone who doesn't have the number.

No really. Lisa picked it for me. Funny story.

Bring beer.

I've very excited and very scared and very, very overwhelmed.

Here we go.

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