I sold my condo last Friday.  And no, I don’t know where I am going to live.  That’s the reason for this blog.

The days leading up to signing the sale contract, I cried and prayed and cried and prayed.  I am not good at making every day decisions so selling my home — one of the biggest life decisions humans make — just about left me in a pile (as a good friend would say).  The day the buyer and I were to sign the papers, I woke up with a crazy case of vertigo.  Even before I got out of bed the room was spinning and when I did get out of bed the dizziness sent me to my knees.  Some would say the sudden illness was a sign to not move forward.  But I had come this far — I bought OPEN HOUSE signs at the hardware store, put them in the ground, had two open houses and a buyer showed up.  God was seemingly providing an opportunity.  I pushed through the dizziness and nausea and signed the papers.  I took the papers and the escrow check to the title company, came home and got in bed for the rest of the day.  I spent the weekend sitting still as the room continued to spin and a sinus infection and a lot of second guessing set in.

By Monday my thinking had begun to turn around.  This blog is to document my journey through the next 122 days until closing day on the condo.