Last summer we decided we would sell our house, the house we had lived in for the past nineteen years.
Our children left home a few years ago and now it's time for us to do our own thing.
We have decided to move to a place called Strathaven about a forty minute drive from where we live.
We first thought of moving here years ago but the children didn't want to leave their school and their friends so we gave in and stayed where we were.
Strathaven is quite small with only local shops and a large Sainsburys. I don't drive so I want to live somewhere where I can walk to everything, shops, swimming, library, park etc. On top of all that Strathaven is extremely pretty and seems to have good community participation in fund raising events and local clubs.
I wrote about it here
In readiness for putting our house for sale I start to de-clutter then I de-clutter again,and again. I paint every door in the house. I paint every skirting board (except the bit behind the settee and tv unit) I clean the house from top to bottom even the parts that don't usually see a cloth and bleach. Yes the house smells of bleach which is far better than it smelling of dog. I tell hubby that I'm calling the decorators in when we move to a new place as I never want to paint another door of skirting board again in my life.
The garden gets a makeover too. I now have the new path to the back gate that I have been asking for for nineteen years and a new patio behind the garage. We have a special place for the numerous re cycling bins and I don't have to walk through mud to get to them. I fill lots of large plant pots with brightly coloured plants and put a new hanging basket for the front door. The front step is renewed, tiles have been missing from it for as long as I can remember.
Three estate agents have been contacted and by the time the have finished promising to sell our house quickly and efficiently I realise I am never going to get back the six hours of my life I spent listening to them.
We pick one to give our business to for no other reason other than we liked him. I now have two akward telelphone calls to other two estate agents to tell them they didn't get the gig. We have a home report to complete and a surveyor to pay.
The surveyor goes through the house with a fine tooth comb picking up on very minor faults and scoring us from 1 to 4 for each part of the house.
It takes two more weeks for the house to finally go on the market and appear on all the usual websites.
The hard work actually starts now, keeping the house like a shiny new pin for the viewers who are going to traipse all through my house probably criticising it.
I take a look around the house and garden, it is now just like I always wanted it and I have to remind myself why we are selling....to have less house to clean, smaller garden to cope with in our old age, and to try something different.
This is just the beginning.