This weekend was a complete blur. We met with a couple of realtors last week to get ready to put the house on the market. Next thing we know, the agent we met with on Thursday night scheduled time on Monday for their company to come over and take photos.
72 hours to get our house ready to sell. The chaos began.
Our first apartment was a little less than 1000 square feet. Our first house was a little bit more than 1600 square feet. Somehow in the span of three years of living here, we have managed to fill our almost 3200 square foot house with stuff. Despite my claims that I embrace simplifying and minimalism, I am full of crap. Because my house was full of crap.
We purged and decluttered, gave and donated, weeded, trashed and cleaned.
We had four office chairs. I had a huge collection of unopened nail polish (I usually go get pedicures). I had twenty pairs of shoes I hadn’t worn in the last two years. I could go on and on, but my question is this: why?
With all the extra space and storage, it was so easy with a large house to collect and keep things. But along with a large house comes the need to maintain and clean. With two young children, it can be especially overwhelming.
We finally, finally at 11PM on Sunday finished the staging. Our feet and back and brain ached with all the work.
As I struggled to get rid of items, Brian reminded me that even though we have movers who will do all the packing, I would have to do the unpacking. This weekend reenforced our desire for a smaller house. Although everything looks nice right now, we are planning to declutter more of our possessions in the coming weeks.
The humor is not lost on us. We bought a huge house when it was just the two of us. Now there are four of us, and we want a smaller house. Go figure.