Our closing date got bumped forward this week, which was disappointing but not surprising considering the mess of red tape we've had to work through in the past four months. The closing day was supposed to be yesterday, but now it's some nebulous event in the future; hopefully Monday.
Boxes are piled every which way, and as we go another week without movement the boxes are being half unpacked and rustled through looking for various items(where's the cheese slicer? I can't find the oregano! Where did you put the aspirin????).
We fluctuate between anxiety(we really need to move! There's so much work to do!) and denial(it's been four months. We're never going to move).