Under Pressure

I spent January and February getting serious about getting ready to sell the condo.

I spent March getting really, really serious about getting really, really ready. Box it all up, hide it all away. Electrician and plumber and jack-of-all-trades and cleaners.

I spent April going through the process. Spit-and-polish it, photograph it, list it, show it. Review offers. Accept one. Sign purchase-and-sale. Finally, the lender's appraisal.

For the last two and a half weeks, I have been allowed to mess the place up again, and I have done so, sorting and boxing and getting rid of things. Planning and scheduling and deciding endless numbers of things. All the while, waiting and waiting and waiting to find out if the buyer's mortgage would be approved, and the rest of the process would follow the end-of-May timeline.

The deadline for that is May 14th, and (of course, of course) it is going down to the wire. Naturally, it couldn't go through even one day before the deadline.

This is going to be the longest weekend ever.