I’ve been busy cleaning and staging my condo – I’m on the move again. I’ve purchased a house with my eldest daughter and her husband, a really great place with a self contained two-bedroom suite on the lower level. It’s perfect. We’d fomented this plan back in October – we listed our respective homes and started to dream immediately. The kid’s townhouse sold almost before they tucked themselves into bed the night they put it on the market. We found the perfect house to purchase by the end of the first week of dreaming. We were on a roll, everything was falling into place. And then the plan stalled.
Weeks have passed since the birth of our bright idea – the new house passed inspection, we removed subjects and thus committed to completing the deal by the end of February. The pandemic picked up speed, Christmas came and went and here we sit – two thirds of the way to the promised land and I’m starting to fear my piece of the puzzle is the fly in the ointment.
I’ve Kondo-ed the shit out of my place, it now looks and feels like a vacation home – it’s still my house but without any evidence of my life in it. It’s never been this roomie or tidy – I’m a bit sorry I didn’t realize its potential sooner. My son’s recently tidied garage is now bursting at its seams with boxes of my sundry and superfluous furniture – he said he had a bit of storage space and is now paying the price of his generosity. My sons-in-law have patched, packed and painted, my daughters have cheered, cleaned and propped me up. Everyone is putting the shine on an otherwise worrisome situation.
I’m not really keen on this moving game – my last experience has taken me two years to get over. I’m enthused about the new adventure but I’m hating the build up to it — if I am honest I’m hating the taking apart of the old too. For as lonely and sometimes unsettled this little house has been I think I needed to sit In It for awhile, I needed to just ‘be’ for a minute. I needed the quiet to find my smile again, I needed the ocean to find my calm. And now it’s time to go – I just need to coordinate my going with someone else’s arriving. That’s the tricky part, you can’t manufacture a buyer – you can’t wish them into being – you can just make yourself ready. I’m ready. And now we wait…
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Wow Elva. Sounds fabulous
I loved your condo but this new place sounds wonderful.
Wishing you a speedy sale 💫
Remember how you felt when you found your little refuge, well consider that someone else may be in the same mind set, looking for their next step. Don’t worry, it will be and it is not always our timing but it will be for someone else. All will work out. It always does….
Wish lots of luck selling your place. On to the next adventure, it will be so nice to be with your daughter and have your own space as well. Wish you well.
Elva, I was assured once by a friend (also anxiously awaiting a purchaser) that “11:59 is not late”. I choose to believe that you will find the perfect purchaser, even though it may put your “faith” to the test. I’ll miss seeing you and Chester at the beach. Can’t wait to go on the next stage of your journey with you. Keep up the good work with your blog!!