Fleeting thoughts o'er our house

We have started cracking down on getting the house ready to sell.  I have found that there is something profoundly sad about erasing the personal touches to ensure it's neutral winsomeness.  As I removed the bed from the closet, unscrewed the support frame and started painting over the green black paint that wisp of sorrow touched the edges of my heart.  Part of me screamed inside, if they can't love this house the way we made it out to be then they don't deserve it!  The other part of me was sad at the end of an era.  After all we doubled our family size in this home.  The hours, sweat, blood, and money that we've poured into this place to make it what we like isn't countable.

 We've lived so much in this space in a short four years.  I cannot imagine how much angst the previous owners suffered having been here for 28 years.  It's sad to me that I (most likely) won't have any more guests stay the night before we sell this house.  As the days are flying by to our 'list it' goal I wonder do I pack this item or donate it.  Will we really miss not having it once relocated?  How much stuff does one family need?  How do I convince my family that we don't need everything they think we do?  We are a big lot of sentimental fools over here with a propensity to keep anything with a memory attached.

Letting go is hard.  When I have company over I realize that there won't be many more times where they will sit on this couch in this space.  Will they come to our new place since it will be 16+ miles away?  I am guessing 'pop over' visits are a rarity in the country.

As sad as preparing to move is making me today, the excitement (and bloody terror if I'm honest) of the next adventure keeps me pushing forward.  So for now, I guess I'd best quit my sentimental typing and get back to swinging that paintbrush.  Those walls aren't going to paint themselves.