The Beginning of the End, or The End of the Beginning

My house is officially FOR SALE. The sign was erected in my yard last night. (Yes, I said 'erected'... because it makes me giggle. Coz I'm mature like that..)

I have mixed emotions about the whole process - swinging wildly from excited about the future to scared of the unknown. And of course, the obligatory resentment toward He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named for causing the drama that has resulted in the need to sell my house.

I love my house.

Because I helped it blossom from an unkempt, ugly duckling into a shiny white swan.

Just over 3 years ago, my kitchen looked like this -

And this is it now --

And the Dining Room went from this --

To this --

And the master bedroom went from this --

To this --

 I know that the Real Estate market isn't very good right now. Infact, if I had a dollar for every person who told me that 'it's not the right time to sell', I wouldn't have to worry about the house selling because I would be rich and I could buy a tropical island on which I would live instead.. But it's time for the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning, or something equally as philosophical.

The first Open Inspection is this Saturday - so please all cross your fingers for a fast, easy, painfree sale.

I'll let you all know how it goes.

xx