When I got back from my 15 day trip I went back to our house to do a final cleaning. I had stayed at a friend's apartment that night and I was dreading seeing my old home. I knew it would be empty, but it was a little weird seeing a real estate sign hanging in front of the house that was full of everything you loved just a few weeks ago. My husband had had cleaners in but I just wanted to check and make sure there was nothing left behind.

They had cleaned up all the rooms and the floors, done a little touch up painting throughout the house and cleaned all the windows. They had taken down all the curtain rods, filled the holes left behind and painted over them. They had cleaned the kitchen and bathroom very, very thoroughly the house looked brand new. As I walked into the kitchen the sun was streaming in the window and it took my breath away. I am going to miss that kitchen. After checking all the rooms and the basement I saw that the movers had done a thorough job. There was nothing left behind and nothing for me to do here. I got out fast before I started to cry. Telling myself here we go, off to get my two kitties and onward to our new home. Of course my kitties were very glad to see me as I was them. I suppose they thought they had been deserted. In fact, they were so glad to see me I felt ashamed that I had left them at all. My guilt complex rearing its head again.