Time it took to prepare the house for sale while he worked his usual 14 hour day and I was an hour and a half away on the farm: 7 months
How much bickering and disagreeing and fighting we did in that time: more than the previous 18 years of marriage put together
How many times I told my parents and kids this would be the last time I'd have to go back to the house for a week to get it ready: Twice
When we put the sign on the lawn and the listing hit the internet: Last Wednesday
First showing: Thursday
Number of showings in total: lost count at 22
Number of days on the market until we looked at offers: 4
Number of offers presented: 5
People who did not win our house: the family with the slick smarmy agent who tried to butter up ours to get in first; the couple with knee surgery who wanted a bungalow so she wouldn't have to navigate stairs, who were stupid because why would you buy a house with such a beautifully finished basement if you'd never go down there plus their agent pestered ours the whole afternoon and was a general pain; the agent who lowballed us; the guy whose offer would have been perfectly okay in any other circumstance but just wasn't good enough
The family who did win our house: A man and a woman with thick Eastern European accents; she has a pretty face and a shy smile, he has a big grin and is built strong like a truck; two teenage boys who tower over both their parents and upon seeing the house for the first time that day looked like they'd just won the lottery.
Someday I will try to put into words how I feel about all of this...
The sadness over leaving behind the home I raised my babies in and created so many memories.
The relief of having gotten this over with.
The excitement of starting the next phase of our lives.
The worry that I won't be able to see my ol' town friends as much.
The belief that this is another step in my master plan to get the kids, the horses and the husband all onto the same property.
But now, I just want to relax for a few days.