LIZ says: Its the middle of the beginning. Selling everything that was so precious, so important 2,3 months ago on eBay/craigslist/garage sales, is an enlightening experience. Tedious typing and flashes of when and why you acquired it in the first place.
It's already someone else's house. My home, my garden, it's all gone. Now its just more stuff to get rid of, let it go. I must say that to myself ten times a day. The carpenter is putting together someone else's kitchen now. Don't think about buying more flowers, it's someone else's garden.
It hasn't even gone on the market yet, but I'm detached. This place is over. Active waiting. This is active waiting and I'm not even the least bit sad ;-}.