In honor of buying a new home, and staging and selling the old one, and the insanity that we’ve gone through between then and now, I thought I would try to define the worst parts of this whole process. These are in no particular order, because I think they all suck pretty equally. Feel free to disagree, or suggest your own!
1. The miscellaneous boxes. You know the ones. You pack the whole box of dishes, and then you find the two that were hiding in the dishwasher. Or the whole box or garden tools, then you find that one trowel in the yard. So you end up with all these boxes of odds and ends!
2. The strangers coming in your house. Even if you aren’t there, it feels so intrusive! They look in your cupboards, and critique your decorating style, and when you come home, you know they were there…
3. Staging. Everybody knows that when you put your house on the market, you have to make it look like a trendy, stylish person with absolutely no stuff lives there. Which means you have to pack most of your stuff. So when you want a specific book to read, it’s packed, and when your sis-in-law calls looking for a specific recipe in a cookbook you own, it’s packed. And that puzzle you were working on is packed too!
4. Inspections. Enough said. I think I’ve blogged about annoying buyers and annoying inspectors enough already!
5. Knock down, drag out arguments. Jon and I have argued more in the last few months than we ever have. Which box should that widget go in with… how many art prints can I put in one box… And would you please take the hoses off the faucets and wrap them up to be moved already!?
6. Kitty PTSD. Kitties are very sensitive, and ours don’t really like these new developments. They fight more among themselves, and they really hate that I leave all day to go to work. They are looking forward to this all being over too.
7. The illusion that you can organize. You know that the packing never really ends until the last day, when you have the truck, and you can just throw all the rest of your crap in there! So until then, you try to figure out a way to make this whole thing organized, but it is really just a unattainable dream…
8. The waiting. After you go through the financing hurdles, inspections, appraisals, etc., there really is nothing more to do but wait. So you imagine what life will be like in your fantastic new house, but your buyer asked for such a ridiculously long close that you still have several weeks to go. Which means the kitties have to have Kitty PTSD for that much longer…
9. The Beg and Plead. We all hate it. Helping people move. If you say you like it, you are either lying, or crazy. I’ll let my therapist sis-in-law try to figure out which one. But when you move, you have to throw yourself on the mercy of your friends and family, because you can’t even come close to lifting your half of the China hutch. And lugging those dressers up the stairs is beyond your 5’3″ frame’s capacity. Yes, I’ll admit it, I have weakling arms. Thanks in advance to all those willing to help!
10. The exhaustion. When you add it all up, this process is exhausting. I’ve fallen asleep on the couch when on a packing break, and getting out of bed in the morning has been a lot tougher lately. I’ve had a brain fog that is not typical for me. The half marathon I did last weekend was a walk in the park compared to this! I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize, but after this I don’t want to do this again for a VERY, LONG Time!