One thing you CAN probably look forward to is the horrid experience of allowing strangers to look through your house. I always felt such an invasion of privacy when there were showings. I have an idea you're feeling much like me at the moment. I feel like I'm being torn apart. My heart will always be with this home..but the other part of me must move on and make another place a 'new' home. I hear that it takes quite an adjustment time for this to happen, so I'm at least prepared for the depression that will hit after the closing.
Where I'm moving to..I'll still have to pass this house on my way to work or the business side of town, but strangely enough I'm not dreading that. I guess H has been out of the house enough years, and out of the family we once had, that to me, it will be okay to have to continually pass the place. I'm not holding on anymore to the 'should have beens'. What has happened , has happened..and I still contend there is a reason for everything.
It will be interesting to see how the new owner changes things once he moves in. I wish him luck with everything. It's been a good old house all these years. Built back when wood was wood, and nails were nails (actually some of the nails I've found, look more like horseshoe nails, or railroad tie ones. LOL
I hope you keep posting regularly, when you find the time. I know how time consuming selling the house, and then moving can be. Usually I only have time to read a few posts here a day.
Next week is when my pretrial conference is scheduled. Hopefully it won't be as horrid as I'm dreading. I'm afraid that husband and his lawyer will try to drag it out as long as possible..until I have no more money to fight for my own wellbeing. I really don't want to use the equity money to fight him in court. I'm still hoping that he'll have to pay part of my legal fees for this part of it..especially if he's dragging his feet. He really should have known that divorce in our case meant (means) maintenance..long term. But then I don't think he's had both feet in reality for some years now.
Please keep us updated...even if it's just because you need a shoulder, okay?
Women are angels. And when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly...on a broomstick. We are flexible
