Sold

I have some good news. We closed on the sale of my old house in Connecticut yesterday, and it's a huge relief. It has absolutely nothing to do with the money. It does mean that the kids will have a boost for their college funds and we'll have a little extra cash tucked away for retirement. Oh, and I can now put in a bid to have the Rolling Stones play at a cookout at our house this summer. 

Sigh. If only.

Truthfully, I'm just glad that this chapter is closed. I talked a lot about this here a couple of months ago. It's hard knowing that I won't be coming up very often to Wethersfield in the future, because I still have a lot of friends here. But now it will be a lot easier to focus on what's in front of me at my home in Virginia.

A good friend (and occasional reader of this blog) told me that I shouldn't get upset about losing the house, because the memories I've accumulated there over the years are what really counts. I think she's right.

And with that. . .so long, 8 Cedar St. And thank you.