Ransom and I are no longer Connecticut homeowners. This morning we met the new owners for a final walk-through of the house, answered a few questions they had, wished them well and hugged them goodbye. We didn't go to the closing after that, taking our lawyer's advice that there was no need; we signed papers in his office yesterday.
So by noon we were all done — and done in. I have never been so exhausted in my life. The last two weeks have been physically grueling. The six weeks before that were emotionally hard. But it's done. The "I can't do this/Yes, I can" debate has been resolved. I did it. We did it. Ransom also worked hard to make this all happen, as did my friend Leigh, to whom I will be forever indebted for the hours she put in helping me trash or donate stuff.
I tell you again, dear readers, start planning for your next move today. Declutter your life. Set aside an hour or two once a week to work on this project — you will be grateful when it comes time to actually move.
I composed a post yesterday that I was unable to put up — technical glitz. It described the hours it took the movers to make it all happen (13!); the amazement I felt at their ability to work so hard and so fast for so long; the sometimes four-a-day runs I made to the dump, or, in PC speak, the Transfer Station; the ache my knees felt from the hundreds of times I had to climb those g** d*** stairs to the basement or second floor — oh praise be thee, god of one-floor condos; help us find one of your creations soon.
It's been a hard two months but I am now looking forward to two days relaxing here in our luxurious Hampton Inn suite (ha!) and then heading west on Monday to glorious Palm Springs. I'll write again soon when there's something new to tell you.
Two views of the empty living room:
Glorious!
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