The house goes on the market tomorrow. I’m excited and nervous.
I’ve been driving my son over each morning so he can continue riding the bus to school, and today after he left, I took a few minutes to walk around inside and look at the finished staging. It’s my house but not anymore, you know?
I took a few pictures and sat in one of the chairs for a minute and just breathed. Everything looks beautiful – clean and shiny. I’m hopeful it will sell quick and to people who will love it as much as I have. In the end, though, it’s really about me leaving that chapter of my life behind.
J told me last night he was surprised at how well I’ve made this transition. Barring my few meltdowns before we got settled in our apartment, I guess I really haven’t been a wreck or anything. I have a tendency to think about things for a LONG time, weighing pros and cons, talking them out, etc., before making a decision. But once I make a decision, that’s it. It’s full steam ahead. I may look back over my shoulder once or twice, but mostly, I keep my focus forward.
I may feel some pangs of doubt when the listing goes live and the “for sale” sign is in the yard, but I think for the most part, I’ll be relieved not to have so much to take care of, so many sad memories to relive, so much responsibility on my shoulders. And let’s face it, some extra money in the bank won’t hurt a bit!
So deep breaths – I take the plunge tomorrow.