The POD has arrived

The first thing I noticed upon arriving home was an eight foot tall giant pod filling my parking space. Carrie had already broken down the bed frame and moved some large items into it.

This is getting more and more real.

When you sign a contract months in advance, there's a surreal feeling to it. It takes only a little bit of effort to scribble down your name and initials(on 30+ pages)and then nothing happens. It becomes "hurry up and wait." Then the big day comes and it feels like it's over in a flash. Last time it felt like there should be some sort of graduated progression leading up to a culminating moment where Carrie and I fully realized the impact of what we just did. Large amounts of money are being exchanged! Show me the briefcases handcuffed to couriers!

Instead it was almost a letdown. We signed some papers, shook an agent's hand, and walked out the door. Very anticlimactic for legally binding my family to an agreement for the next 30 years. I wonder if people signing their souls away would feel just as mundane. They walk in, scribble out a signature, and walk away feeling unchanged until waaaay too late.

Really, I wanted to take pictures of the POD, but it's too dark outside now. The typing is probably a poor replacement, but it's all I've got for now.

Update: I tapped a few pics out when I got home today. Click if you want to see them.

Here you can see the For Sale and Under Contract sign

It's a tall little box.

Here's what Carrie pre-loaded. We sold our couch and loveseat and some other odds and ends to the folks buying our house. It's helpful financially and it makes for less stuff to pack. Hallelujah!