Bye-bye house

Well...I no longer own a house. We closed on Thursday Dec 28. I had started to move slowly over to my parents on Tuesday the day after Christmas. Friday night (12/29) friends helped me move all the furniture and Saturday (12/30) I was supposed to get a moving truck to move all the boxes and misc stuff in the garage, but the truck ended up not working out. Brother Sprout was sick with an ear infection and we spent the majority of the morning at urgent care. It was raining and I had a sick kid to deal with so I opted to move with just my dad's truck on Sunday, New Years eve. I spent all day and night at the house boxing, bagging, cleaning. It was snowing outside which felt very peacful. I listened to the radio play 2006 event clips and play cool music. I cried a little hear and there. It was very cathartic to finish everything up myself. I didn't want anyone around me or anyone rushing me.
By Sunday my hands, back and legs were feeling like squeeky wheels. By nightfall I was weary and exhausted. I said my good-byes to the house. I wished the new owners well with a note and left them a bottle of wine.
Now all I can think about is how soon I can move to Honduras. The more this settles in that I'm free from the house, the more I want to hurry to Honduras. I'm there in 5 weeks for a visit and I'm excited to see how everything goes.
It's funny that I drove away from the house last night and then this morning I started to go over all the little things about the house that needed something taken care of. The burned out bulbs, the ice dam where the gutter drain is missing, all these little things and I think- I don't have to take care of any of that- it's not my house anymore!
Now I'm just trying to adjust to staying at my parents...yikes!