First Step

As many of you know, my husband & I are planning to sell our home this year.

3 bedrooms & 2-1/2 baths sitting on 17 acres.  There is, as you can see, an upstairs.  The upstairs consists of 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, & a huge room which the previous owners used as a playroom for their children but my intention was to make it into a craft room.  Since we decided pretty quickly that we weren't going to stay here for very long, that room & the 2 bedrooms were never developed into what they were intended to be.  Instead they have been serving the purpose of being a dumping off place of sorts ... a catchall for anything & everything that doesn't have anywhere else to be, doesn't have any use at this time, is intended for a yard sale or intended for "the next house," etc.  Remember Fibber McGee's closet?

Walking up our stairs to the second level is akin to Fibber opening that closet door, but of course you have to multiply it at least 1000 fold due to the fact that I'm not just talking about the little hall closet up there ... I'm talking about the entire upstairs!  Needless to say I have my work cut out for me.  Yesterday I took my first step.  I packaged the rolls of remaining Christmas paper & put the Christmas bows & boxes into their containers & brought them downstairs.  A baby step for sure but a step nonetheless.  

I know the housing market is still depressed which is, of course, depressing for those of us wanting to sell.  There are 2 homes on our street that have been for sale for over 2 years now.  I have jokingly said to John that perhaps we need to make a website offering our home for sale or trade.  Surely there must be someone, somewhere in some frigid, snow-covered land who desperately wants to live in central Kentucky (?) ... so much so that they would be willing to swap houses?  I really need to look into this.  If you should happen to know or ever hear of such a person, do send them my way.  In the meantime I will continue taking my baby steps ... maybe even graduating to giant steps once in a while.  Time, after all, is passing by quickly.  I will clean & sort & pack & fantasize about the moving truck coming up the driveway & whisking us away to Lapland or some such place.