My body has not known exhaustion like this in a long, long time. Thankfully we had many wonderful helpers who showed up. I was so humbled and appreciative of their hard work. We still have lots of unpacking and organizing to do, along with cleaning the house and moving a few more garage items and our food. But for today, we're calling it quits since we are barely alive.
I am strangely not at all sad. I teared up saying goodbye to one family who's husband came to help, but that's as emotional as I've gotten. I don't know if it still hasn't hit me or I was really just ready for this. I guess time will tell.
Kennedy however is taking it really, really hard; which has broken my heart. I found her crying in her empty bedroom at the house in the fetal position and she wouldn't tell me why she was sad. My mom got out of her later that it was because her room was gone. It may not seem like a little child would love a house, but Kennedy has loved our house. I hope we can find a new one she loves even more!
Now it's time to try and make sense of all the boxes and the huge mess we have created in my parents basement. Ah! Wish us luck.