So many "lasts"

Barring what at this point would count as a major disaster, we will never sleep at our Windsor house again. We probably won't be eating or doing anything else besides final cleaning which happens tomorrow. The boxing-up company came in today and the moving van comes tomorrow between 8:00 and 8:30 in the morning. Since I'm staying at the in-laws which is 40 minutes away this night owl is going to have to be up way earlier than I like. We're not leaving terribly early on Saturday, and hopefully will have most of the packing of the vehicles done the night before, so hopefully we won't have to get up very early that day.

I've felt rather sick and lethargic all day and was inclined to blame it on not having any protein at breakfast and then mowing the lawn in what for CO seems like pretty high humidity. Beloved says he felt the same way even though he was at his parents and ate completely different things. He says he wonders if it's that we were much more attached to the house than we realized and are feeling an emotional exhaustion due to the huge change in our lives. He was sweet enough to say that these last five years, and the 14th made five years exactly since we'd closed on the house, have probably been the best in his life which gave me quite the warm fuzzy. I suppose it's possible we just caught some virus or something that made us both run down, but I know that even though I'm not a particularly sentimental person I've been doing a lot of " well that's the last time we/I do _______ here." A lot of it may have to do with this having been our home for nearly twice as long as any other place we've lived and the first one where we had any say at all in how it looked. Knowing that the next place we're going to is definitely temporary and not knowing where we're going after that isn't particularly emotionally satisfying, especially since the house we've grown accustomed to hasn't sold.