Harold is coming to take pictures of the inside of our house today. Harold is the new man in my life. He's the one that's responsible for finding a family who will love and care for our house the way we have for the last 30 years. And do it in a way that leaves us with enough money to build our next house without ending up with a mortgage. Now that we've actually really, truly started this process, I find myself sighing a lot. Such a HUGE thing, to leave a place and start new somewhere else when there isn't any other reason but the idea of doing something DIFFERENT. Spice things up. A new adventure. I sigh, and then I get excited. I'm mostly excited.
Anyway, our house has never looked so good. Clean and tidy. And all the projects that never got done when we built this place 30 years ago: done! Closet doors in my studio: done! Molding here and there: done!
I may freak out when I actually see the "for sale" sign in front of our house for the first time, but I'll get over it. We all need to move on.