I feel as if I am just coming up for air and have spent a pleasant hour or so in the garden today rediscovering the edges of the lawn. What a difference that makes to the look of it.
While sorting through my husband's things and disposing of them among the family and further afield, I was amazed at how much there was to do. I decided to give my own possessions the same treatment. There have been many journeys to the tip, recycling centre, charity shops, and elsewhere, and the house looks beautifully clear and tidy. I was almost ashamed at the amount of 'stuff' we had both accumulated during the past 35 years. It definitely pays to move house more frequently.
I had decided not to make any big decisions for some months, but heard of a small flat in a very nice complex for retired people in our little town. I went to see it and fell in love with it straight away though the time was not right for me and anyway it was soon snapped up. However, there is a strong possibility that another will soon be on the market, so fingers crossed. The flats are so conveniently placed for all amenities and have their own beautiful gardens, and I will still be close to my family.
After all the clearing, tidying and sprucing up, I put the house on the market last week and accepted an offer two days ago! Things are moving fast but fortunately my purchasers are happy to wait and I am under no pressure.
It will be so good not to have stairs or so much house to care for, and a lovely garden to enjoy without the need to get out and keep it looking good myself. I thought I would hate leaving my garden but the energy levels are not what they were and it requires ever more effort to keep it looking loved.
I think my wonderful family will have earned a rest once I am resettled. They have worked so hard clearing the garage, two sheds and carting all the stuff away to charity shops, etc., for me. I can't thank them enough.
When moving day eventually arrives there will be far less to cope with and the whole event should be much easier.
I'll keep you posted as to how things are going.
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