The townhouse was my top priority. We had a week to get it prepped for sale. Much to do.
I made trips each day to collect stray items that were overlooked. But when I arrived on Monday I was met with a sign post sticking out of my front yard ... no sign yet, but that fast the post was up. It was a bit jarring.
Wednesday was a long day. Replacement carpeting in 4 rooms was scheduled. Paint touch up and an alarm repair also was on the agenda. Another car load of "stuff" came back to the condo. I should be good for paper towels, cleaning supplies, extension cords and flash lights for a few years.
By the end of the week a cleaning company was scheduled. The only emotional pull was when I stopped by the townhouse to pay the cleaning crew. I walked in and the house smelled wonderful - not like my house at all. :-) That was good. In talking with the crew chief she said I had a lovely townhouse. I looked around and realized one more time just what I was leaving. That was not good. I made my quick good byes, and thank yous, and left money, and exited quickly.
It was a busy and tiring week, but the house was finally ready for its pictures, a movie (yes, a movie!) and brochures.
The house was ready. I wasn't as ready.