Selling a home (I say "home" and not "house" for a reason) is very emotional. For someone to come into the place where you live and dream and watch your children learn and love (not to mention be born) and have them nose around and criticize and point out flaws is more heart-wrenching than I had anticipated. We've just come off of a week of dealing with an over-zealous city inspector who wrote violations against the house for problems which we've now learned are not violations. But to go through days looking for city codes and talking to electricians and contractors thinking that our buyers might back out and we might be responsible for repairs which we never thought necessary has been exhausting. The inspection was a week ago and just last night all was resolved with the buyer who really just wants this house. It's good to know someone will love my house. It makes it a little easier as I lay in bed realizing that I've only got a handful of sleepless nights left here.

And leaving Los Angeles in general is proving to be a more emotional ride than I'd expected too. Most of the time I'm excitedly packing and preparing for a slower paced simpler life in another lovely city where I'll be much closer to my family. Then I visit with or get a phone call from a friend out here and I'm riding a roller coaster. When we left Lawrence (Kansas) nearly seven years ago, I left town without so much as a tear. Martin had spent most of the prior six months out here and I was ready to reunite my family and move on to the next place in our lives. Although I know the move to KC is the right move at the right time, it's still hard to say goodbye to the amazing friends who have made this insane city such a warm place. Thank goodness for blogs, email and cheap fares to Burbank.