Well, today's the day. As you're reading this, the Casa de Durf is officially on the market to be sold. This was obviously the plan as soon as the Durfette and I decided to move, and we have been working hard on getting things cleaned and ready for showings, as well as decluttering, donating and getting rid of things we don't want to take with us, and generally just condensing as much of our life into cardboard boxes as we can. It has been more than a little stressful, slightly more challenging than I anticipated, and, sometimes, just a slight bit of fun, too (mainly because of the power washer. If you ever - EVER - have the opportunity to power wash anything, fucking do it). But now the house is on the market, and hopefully it will be sold before too long, and then we'll move away and in all realistic likelihood never see it again. And the other day, as I was mowing the lawn for perhaps the last time, I got a little nostalgic.
