You can do this.  You’ve done harder things in your life, right?  So have I.  Trashing the place won’t change the appraisal.  I’ve got the notebook of my appraisal on my last home, that we lived in for 17 years, right in the rolling hills of our town.  I’d made our little hill a work of wonder, and we’d painted the house 5 times.  I drove past it a couple of weeks ago, knowing we’d sold it to an architect who had wondrous plans of knocking out the basement wall into the hill to make a fancy downstairs patio.  We’d always envisioned that, but were too low on cash to do it.  And I wouldn’t borrow any money to do it.  Well, it’s gone to hell in a hand basket.  I have to wonder what our neighbors think.  If anything.  Tall, angry weeds, where grass used to be mowed.  Dead bushes, rose of sharon, roses, butterfly, two retaining rock walls with sun flowers and poppies and other assortments of flowers that just flew in and did their thing.  And the Iris!  Oh man, tons of Iris!  All dead.  So I’ve finally let go, and continue in my transformation of my little home and yard we downsized to, for my health reasons.  I’m going to put my less than 2 year old grandson on a harness this summer so I can do more in the yard than last year, and he can dig in the dirt.  We pulled up 8 spruce trees, overgrown, hideous.  We pulled up 15 large overgrown evergreen bushes, smelling of cat urine, and totally covering the place.  We dug two feet down around the whole place to discover where the infestation of carpenter ants was, along with jars, bottles, jugs, boxes, and weird things full of rocks and paper, that the 100 year old lady who lived there had buried over the years.  And then I began my work in progress.  We do have three beautiful pine trees that really should come down because of their height and the winds here, but that’s real money.  Oh, and we trimmed a spruce on our driveway that cut into the neighbor lady’s lot, and she cried when she told me that was the first time in 25 years she’d seen the street from that window in her house.  So throw yourself into your new place.  It will be well worth it, and you won’t suffer leaving the ranch pains for as long as you think you will.  I know it sounds crass, but it’s stuff.  And you’ll make more stuff.  And how fortunate you are to have had what you’ve had, and to have the ability to get another house.  So many can’t.  So very very many can’t.