House on the market

 All the milestones are met.

So far this month we have:

Reduced the furniture we collectively own by 4 chairs, 1 dresser, and I'm not sure what else.
Reduced the clothing by more than 10 bags, mostly things that no longer fit, were part of an outfit that is now missing a part, or were terminally dated (60s, 70s, 80s, 90s).
Packed up all the winter clothes.
Packed up all the books that don't fit on live shelves just now (this doesn't count the 20 boxes of books to our local used bookstore or, if rejected by them, to the local thrift store, library, and prison-donation box).

Cleaned everything including some parts of the house that had not been cleaned for, literally, years.

Designed and installed the mantel we always said we would have -- and given up on the flanking bookshelves in the original plan.
Repaired four minor problems in basement and kitchen.
Resurfaced concrete steps on all the porches.
Sold the dead vehicle collection and removed all the weeds from the driveway.

So far this week we have:

Hosted our first open house for real estate agents -- this one for agents in the local offices. Next week there's another for the agents in nearby Princeton.

Tomorrow we have our first official showing to actual buyers.

Each of the four of us is processing all this change in our own unique ways. No two people seem to be having the same emotional experience. Each of us is doing the best we can to do the work that is required. All of us our tired. We take turns feeling like we're at the end of our ropes. There's even been a bit of taking turns feeling like this is impossible, too much work, going too fast.

If we are very lucky we will all be in new environments by year end. If we are even luckier than that, we will all be adjusting well to new circumstances and have come out of this situation better than we expected.

 

Please send light and love -- some of us seem to need this a lot just now.