Like It Could Just Happen

Given how fast the job offer appeared.... and after the chat with a realtor this morning... sure feels like the ground evaporating beneath my feet. This afternoon I hear the chant "July, July, July" Well, but, I can't go in July. Does the house sell in July? Where do we go in August? What do I do with Ally, who is already freaking out about all this: "So mom, when you leave this fall I'll just live in my car!"

Slippery, slippery ground, sliding out from under me.