I talked to my cousin, Lori, today. She lives in Flagstaff. She's a great person to talk to when I'm feeling mired, because (apparently), she doesn't get mired. She must get discouraged, tired, etc., but not stuck. She reminds me not to plan so much.
Joan told me a story of loading the last of her stuff into a car headed west, while the painters went into her house which was still on the market. She didn't wait around. The realtor took care of everything, even when the appliances all took themselves out of their own miseries. The realtor suggested raising the price of the house so the prospective buyer could finance the appliances of her choice, and that sealed the deal.
Linda told me a story about a friend who put her house on the market, then traveled through France.
I would like to rid myself of the illusion that I control the world around me. Have you succeeded? Tell me your story.