Weird, surreal, strange - pretty much how we felt

I knew today would be hard - and it was every bit as hard as I figured it would be.
We left the RV park at 7:30am, thinking we had tons of time to get to our house to watch them prepare to take our house out.  But then we hit the most horrendous rush hour traffic at about 7:40 - a double line of cars that were just inching along Grissom stretching from Culebra to Bandera Rd.  That is a LONG way!!!  Frustrated, we turned around and tried to go a different way, only to be stopped in front of a school, where the traffic was just as bad, if not worse.  So, tears flowing, I turned the car around yet again and our only choice was to just wait it out in line with all the other cars on Grissom.  Meanwhile, the minutes are just passing by and really????  Could it really be possible that we could MISS our house being moved just because of all this traffic??????  8:05 and we're still in it.  And we had heard that it was possible that the house would start moving out at 8:30.  You can imagine how we felt.
Finally, finally, finally, we break out of the traffic at 8:10 and a few minutes later we were on our street.   As we near the house, we see that the guys are starting to take out the mailboxes along the street, so we knew we had made it and that the house wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.  Big, big sigh of relief.......

Standing around talking to the policeman that would be doing traffic control.  Talking with the neighbors.  Excited to see Linda had come!  Waiting.  Waiting.  And feeling calm - nothing's happening yet, it's ok - our house is still there.  Then boom! - we hear the words, "Ok, let's go!" and we see all the guys get into their trucks. Feel a sinking feeling knowing that this is it. It is really going to happen. It is all about to be over......

Those words, "OK, let's go" - wow, that was an emotional time.

Where the house had just come from

We're following our house...

Our house coming to the end of its life on El Verde Road.

Traffic was stopped so that our house could travel on the wrong side of the street up Bandera Rd.

The house turning onto Highway 1604 from Culebra Rd.

Last time ever to stand in front of our house.

 At one point, in the Creekside subdivision that is halfway between Castroville and Hondo, the house had to climb a pretty steep hill.

 Guillermo looking at the view that the house will have when it is in place.

We've seen other houses being moved down streets before, but never in a million years did we ever think we'd be part of a procession that involved OUR house. How surreal it felt to be following our house. How weird it was to pass by a house (Decker's house) where a lady was taking video of the house arriving. And thinking, "Why is that lady taking pictures of our house??" - only to realize, "That's Decker's wife -she's taking pictures of HER house now, it's not our house anymore." Once the house was placed where it's going to be for a while, how strange it felt to say goodbye to Decker, his family, the house mover, etc., and have to walk away from the house we lived in for almost 31 years. The good part: We know now that the house is going to be in a beautiful spot, and we know the people who bought it are good people, they love the house and are excited about fixing it up. That's good.