Cleaning house

It's nearly done. 

My teal table when the house was staged. 

The house is clean — broom swept as the contract stated. It struck me as an interesting way to describe how clean it needs to be. 

I spent several hours there earlier this week and several more today. Alex has a guy from Craigslist who offered to come back tomorrow for the rest of the furniture and assorted oddities. They are in the garage, which is also swept. 

As of Tuesday, I will no longer be a home owner. I still own a rental property, but despite the time I spent working on it, I never lived in it. 

This was the first — and likely only — home I owned. 

I'm not sad to see everything and it go. 

A friend came today and took the dining room table. I stained it green years ago — kind of a teal color. I don't know why I chose it. It appealed to me. It always did. I never wanted a table cloth on it, even when the surface was damaged by fabric glue for a play project. I finally refinished it last year. I stained it the same color. 

I was pleased it was going to a new home. I knew it would. It's a solid table with three leaves and a lot of history. That's polite for saying it's old. 

But I wasn't sad to see it go. 

If I were sentimental, I probably couldn't have done this. But then, I'd be a different person altogether. I wouldn't be planning to move to Portugal. 

No, I'm a different person. I'm not quite sure yet who I am. But I'm glad this is nearly done.