Gah.

I have accepted that we are selling our house and we are moving. This part, really, I am okay with. A little excited, even.

The rest of the process sucks donkey balls. Cleaning and packing and purging. Finding a place that we like that also meets our various requirements. Choosing a location. Dealing with realtors. Driving around hell’s half-acre looking at houses. Trying to decide what we’re willing to compromise on and what we’re not willing to compromise on. Worrying about whether our house will sell (or not). Changing our minds 420 times in the process. Should we just rent? No? Yes! Maybe. No.

I have so much stuff to get rid of – which is good! – but I don’t want to just dump it at Goodwill. At the same time, it’s easier and faster than putting it up on Freecycle or Craigslist – load the car, drop it off, go home. No dealing with random strangers who want to come tomorrow but, oh, can’t make it ’til Friday, can I do it Monday instead, will you drop it off, sorry I didn’t show up..

Gah. Big, fat, hairy GAH.