So there were the mad packing parties (my thanks to everybody who came and helped), the big day with Gentle Giant, and in-between me spending practically all my waking hours there, packing and packing and packing.
(And a zillion trips to storage, and I believe nine full carloads so far to Goodwill. And of course, the epic trip to NH with 45 boxes of books to give to the Five Colleges Book Sale, which pretty much made *their* month. If you happen to be in Lebanon, NH this weekend, go to the book sale -- a fair fraction of it came from me.)
Today, for the first time in a *very* long time, I can't really come up with any reason why I need to spend any time there. I need to swing past and exchange cars (the Matrix is living there until I sell it, but I have it with me today to drop some stuff off in storage), and I need to check in on the enormous number of things I'm Freecycling (all of which I'm just leaving in the carport and telling people to come take them away), but the house is done. I finished packing the interior on Friday; the cleaners came Saturday; the first open house was Sunday; and yesterday I fetched the last items I really cared about. (Eg, bringing my bicycle to WheelWorks so I can start using it in town.)
But somehow, the thing that drives home that I'm really selling the house is finding that, yes, it's listed right there online. The project is now in the hands of the Stockmans. (My realtors, who are blessedly the sort of people I can just tell to make things happen and they deal with it nicely.)
So I am now starting to slowly get back to all my other projects -- and hopefully, soon, stop being quite so stressed-out. This one isn't quite "done", but my part of it mostly is...