Well, it's official, the house is not ours anymore. So many feelings. We lived in that house for 9 years. That's not terribly long, but long enough for me to have some serious moments of "what the hell did I just do?" as we walked away with all of our stuff loaded into a truck, handed over our keys, and signed our names on the dotted lines. Surprisingly it feels good though. Overwhelming for sure, but really really good. It might help that we got our share of the funds yesterday after the house closed. I won't lie that also felt really really good, and I loved the look on Shawn's face when I showed him the numbers in our account. More then anything, this makes me feel like we are really doing this life thing right. As much as I hate money and all the greed and pain it tends to cause the world, I like knowing that Shawn and I have been smart with ours and what we have made and have been given in this life. We have dreams and goals like anyone else, a...