Finally getting the phone call that the closing on my late mother's property is going to definitely take place next week - with a day and time assigned - but this time with actual legit paperwork to back it up. They're only 50+ days behind the last projected date. ?
A shit ton of paperwork has been delivered and my brain is scrambled by all the legalese. But my heart and nervous system are anxiously awaiting for the final signatures to end this particular chapter of our ongoing grief journey and celebrate the life that's back in the old home place.
Grateful for the timing that allows the weekend to translate, dissect, digest, and learn even more things I never knew I'd need to know. What an experience. Hesitant to celebrate, just yet, but definitely on the verge of having high-ish hopes. May that bubble not get popped - again - this time.