Papers to buy and sell were signed; it was time to get serious. We began cleaning out and packing in earnest and, in spite of preparing for this move years ahead, found it overwhelming. The seller was in the same frame of mind during the walk-through. That couple who had raised six children in this house stood at the kitchen counter like deer in the headlights exclaiming, “What are we doing?!”
The kids who were storing treasures in our house received pictures via phone to determine if school artwork was destined to become a classic or if it could be tossed, if they even remembered what it was. There were items that no one claimed.
It has been our experience that the unexpected will happen during a major shift. On the day of the walk through for the house we were selling, we awoke to a bulge in the bedroom ceiling indicating a leak. We called our ever-faithful realtor Lou who was able to get contractors in that morning. All we could do was assure the buyer that this was a new and unexpected problem and that we were taking care of it.
ED had decided to rent out her house, with Lou managing it. As we each packed our respective residences, it became apparent that this wasn’t a move: this was a merge, requiring lots of thought as to what we keep and what goes. How many spatulas does one household need?
The merging continues, even five years later.
I think that is another post.