Today I closed on the sale for my home. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m really doing this. Am I crazy? What if this doesn’t work? I don’t have a job. What am I going to do? When I walked through the empty house that I had bought with my husband, I thought about the last time it was that empty. Scott and I were doing our final walkthrough before closing. It was so full of promise then. I can’t help but think that maybe this empty house will once again hold promise again for me in my new future. I couldn’t help but wonder what Scott would think of all of this? Leaving NJ and moving across the country? Would he be happy? Mad? Understanding? Maybe all three? I hope I’m doing the right thing.