Seventeen months ago we put our house on the market, smack in the middle of the real estate recession. Since then we’ve had who-knows-how-many people come through our home, commenting on this and questioning that. We knew it was part of the process.
Two months ago, we received an offer. Not what we would have hoped in terms of dollars, but there are other less tangible factors that helped us make the decision to accept it. We close on September 15, five days from now.
One of the things we negotiated in the sales contract was that we could stay beyond the closing for sixty days while our new home, currently under construction, was being finished. I’m not unhappy with this decision, but I wonder how I’ll feel after closing. Will I feel the house is still mine? Or will I think I’m now living in a temporary rental while planning for our next residence?
I don’t know, although I do sense a beginning to withdraw my emotional investment in this current home. I’m about to create ‘To Do’ lists of what must be done at the new place. As of next Tuesday, I’m on a time schedule with no flexibility. I need to look forward.
Yet, of all the thirty-four places I’ve lived this has been my favorite. Whenever I pulled into the garage, closed the wide door, and then walked onto our deck I felt a sense of security and peace that is unparalleled. I’ve loved this house. So when the moment comes to drive away for the last time I suspect I’ll be in tears. My heart will break, but my mind will encourage me to accept that it was time to move on.
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