It's inevitable I think...I'm having mixed feelings, but it's taken a long while to get to this point in the house-selling process.
For a person like me, who likes to be a PERSON, it's not easy to live as if we never use the stove-top or kitchen table. It's not been fun waiting for some agent to show my house who is a neighborhood Nazi and turns us in for having backyard chickens.
As for the house, I do like things to be in order, but I'm no longer one to freak out about five dishes in the sink and the extra bedrooms may be due for a dusting...it's okay, unless people are coming into the house to inspect and compare. Parking down the block from your own house is kind of weird in itself...waiting for strangers to walk out of your house so you can go back inside is a unique feeling.
And selling a house really does mean that you need to present the best of your house, in its highest form, with as few distractions as possible. So, this is the main reason professional stagers will advise a seller to knock out clutter, to clear out the collections and clean the crevices. But, as my own mother used to say, "Do as I say, not as I do."
Waiting for that perfect buyer to come through our doors has been a challenge; that perfect buyer seemed to be nonexistent. We've had potential buyers come for a showing during their out of state housing tour, and we've had appointments scheduled by people who had to drive hours to get here for their search of a house in this neighborhood.
Deputy Dave and I are FINALLY embracing our Empty Nester status, so it feels great that the house is being bought by a family of six so the two of us can move onward with our lives --- into the woods.
As for the celebrating, I'm feeling as if everything will be alright, no matter what happens because that's what life is all about. I've done a happy dance, but the real celebrating is around the corner.
Meanwhile, we've got to take a leap of faith and get back to work packing room by room