We’ve been at our current home for six and a half years - which is the longest we have lived in one place since we got married - but I’m only getting around to painting the bathroom now that we are moving. I’ll only have a couple of months to enjoy the house in tip-top shape.
Our front and back porches are freshly painted. The grass is mowed (yes, even that final time that feels a bit unnecessary in the fall). The black raspberry bushes have been pruned into submission. The front flower beds are freshly mulched. Even the grass clippings that I had been using around the knockout roses as a form of silent protest against our expensive and vindictive HOA have been bagged up and hauled away and replaced with actual mulch.
The ice maker in the fridge that hasn’t worked for over 6 years has been fixed (and stayed fixed!) with a $10 roll of aluminum tape, some elbow grease, and 3 large coolers to hold the fridge and freezers contents while it was unplugged for 24 hours. The cabinets in the kitchen have been touched up even though I hadn’t done this before because I didn’t think it was possible. (Turns out, it was). The paint throughout the house is being touched up so the new people won’t know what hooligans I’ve been raising. The little door stoppers that my kids or vacuum robot have knocked loose from the walls are being replaced. The walls in the closets and laundry room are being magic eraser-ed so we don’t have to paint spaces no one will actually see.
The house is going be so lovely when we leave that I think it might making leaving it a little harder. I sure hope the new people appreciate how nice I’m making it for them.
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