Yes, it’s true. Our house sold at asking price and everyone has signed on the dotted line. Yippeee!!! Our trash cans and laundry baskets are back in their proper places. We have put some area rugs back so that the dog can stop scrabbling on the wood floor like a cartoon character. Take out every night is a thing of the past. The appliances have magically reappeared and my kitchen is back open for business. Now we can get back to living normally—- at least for the few months before we actually move.
While these developments are all well and good, I gotta be honest (because that is what you count on me for, right?). This week has been rough. I “should” be ecstatic. We have successfully downsized in our town. We sold the house for a bundle. The closing is when we want it. And yes, inside me somewhere I am very happy and excited. But on the surface? Not so much.
This process has taken its toll and I feel a bit shell shocked. I think the adrenaline got me through and I did what needed to be done–week after week. Now that it is all over–the effects are being felt. I feel withdrawn and even a little lost.
I haven’t been fighting it. I have been down and have let myself be. I haven’t made it worse by beating myself up about how I “should” be feeling. That would only compound things and make this last longer than necessary.
So while I know somewhere in me I am thankful and grateful that the selling part of this exercise only took two weeks, and I have gained immeasurable empathy for those who go through this for months—it would be disingenuous for me to say that it is all peachy keen.
As I said a few weeks ago–I think this is all part of the process. You can’t go through something so major without the effects being felt. There is a reason that moving ranks in the top five of “stressful life events”.
I want to say thank you for coming down this road with me. My staging/selling saga took over my life and I brought it here to my blog. Your support and kind words have really boosted my spirit through these drawn out weeks.
While I am not myself this week, I know that this too shall pass. By next week I will be ever positive Lorna again and will get back to the life topics that touch us all.
Here is to new beginnings. Have a lovely weekend.