Staging, chased by a bear
Apr. 30th, 2022 08:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishaday This week was... whuuf.
First I was packing things to minimalize what I had out for the stager to come by and review what else needed to come out. I may have... underestimated the amount of things...
And so Thursday I found myself in a whirl of deconstructing everything in my bedroom, and shoving as much as possible into corners to get them out of the way. I had barely slept the night before from anxiety brain telling me exactly how much I needed to do and in how little time. I was running out of room in the storage downstairs, and the maintenance guy here came to my rescue by offering up a corner of the sauna downstairs. The condo has a few boxes in the corner, and a few more things won't hurt for the couple of days they'll sit there before I can ferry them up to my large storage unit in Kenmore.
And I got it all done. Whew!
Friday the stager came, and now my place is full of fancy tschotskes that Mocha has already tried to knock over (a plastic horse) or nibble (the fake orchid) and nice furniture that Mocha has both attempted to sharpen his claws on and sprawled all over. He approves of the one ottoman that's clear (the other had a tray with a fake orchid, vase and candle arrangement) and is currently sprawled atop it. It's definitely not my space anymore, but it looks good, hopefully good enough for people to ignore all the places the paint is chipped - I've definitely run out of steam to do any more touch ups.
I do have to do more cleanup for pictures on Monday. That's the task for the weekend, to clear all the windowsills of the things I was getting out of the way, to move more things that had gotten shoved into condo storage to outside storage, and a few errands. I did have the realization this morning that I have to do less clothes packing than I'd thought - I have lots of clothes in storage bins that had been on shelves that I'd taken down, but the bed they replaced mine with has TONS of space underneath. More than enough for my clothes bins. One less thing to worry about.
In the theme of ceasing to worry, I actually slept a full night last night and now I'm having a nice grapefruit mimosa, a little bit of nice crab in my scrambled eggs this morning, and just taking a moment to decompress before I hit the ground running. I might even wander up to an open house in Mountlake Terrace (knowing, though, that the way the market is right now, it'll be pending by Monday.)
I'm down to the last few things that need packing: clothes, dishes and my computer setup. I have my adjustable shelves and dining table that all should go into a small moving van or pod (depending on whether I've found a new place after closing.)
First I was packing things to minimalize what I had out for the stager to come by and review what else needed to come out. I may have... underestimated the amount of things...
And so Thursday I found myself in a whirl of deconstructing everything in my bedroom, and shoving as much as possible into corners to get them out of the way. I had barely slept the night before from anxiety brain telling me exactly how much I needed to do and in how little time. I was running out of room in the storage downstairs, and the maintenance guy here came to my rescue by offering up a corner of the sauna downstairs. The condo has a few boxes in the corner, and a few more things won't hurt for the couple of days they'll sit there before I can ferry them up to my large storage unit in Kenmore.
And I got it all done. Whew!
Friday the stager came, and now my place is full of fancy tschotskes that Mocha has already tried to knock over (a plastic horse) or nibble (the fake orchid) and nice furniture that Mocha has both attempted to sharpen his claws on and sprawled all over. He approves of the one ottoman that's clear (the other had a tray with a fake orchid, vase and candle arrangement) and is currently sprawled atop it. It's definitely not my space anymore, but it looks good, hopefully good enough for people to ignore all the places the paint is chipped - I've definitely run out of steam to do any more touch ups.
I do have to do more cleanup for pictures on Monday. That's the task for the weekend, to clear all the windowsills of the things I was getting out of the way, to move more things that had gotten shoved into condo storage to outside storage, and a few errands. I did have the realization this morning that I have to do less clothes packing than I'd thought - I have lots of clothes in storage bins that had been on shelves that I'd taken down, but the bed they replaced mine with has TONS of space underneath. More than enough for my clothes bins. One less thing to worry about.
In the theme of ceasing to worry, I actually slept a full night last night and now I'm having a nice grapefruit mimosa, a little bit of nice crab in my scrambled eggs this morning, and just taking a moment to decompress before I hit the ground running. I might even wander up to an open house in Mountlake Terrace (knowing, though, that the way the market is right now, it'll be pending by Monday.)
I'm down to the last few things that need packing: clothes, dishes and my computer setup. I have my adjustable shelves and dining table that all should go into a small moving van or pod (depending on whether I've found a new place after closing.)
