In just four short weeks our contract with the latest realtor is up. She has been such a great realtor, but we need a break from the insanity.
I'm positive this is the right decision for now, because I'm already fantasizing about coming home to a house without one of those stupid key holder boxes on the door. It's been so long that I have forgotten what our doorknob looks like.
It's crazy the things that you can adjust to when a process that is meant to take a couple of months ends up dragging on for years. Nothing surprises me about the homebuyer anymore. It doesn't phase me when I see people trying to peek into my windows. I'm no longer taken aback when someone knocks on the door at eight in the morning wanting to know the price. And when Sean is out doing yardwork on the weekend and someone begs to come through the house? I actually survey the mess and contemplate, instead of being appalled. I'm not exaggerating. This has all happened. More than once.
A couple of weeks ago, I came home to find a large van blocking my driveway. With my arms full of groceries, I casually went inside and set them down before confronting the strange woman on my deck. She had "just come by to check out the property" which she mistakenly had assumed was "vacant" which surprised me, considering Kelan's bike was parked on the front walk.
But these days, my head is in a house sans a For Sale sign in the front yard. I'm almost feeling a little rebellious. The freedom will bring seemingly endless possibilities! I can stop being hyperaware of the superficial negatives of the house. Hell, in a month, if I want to, I can put a bed in the livingroom! I can plaster the rooms with personal pictures, paint a room neon pink, or even take a shower without being unduly afraid that the call center has gotten the time wrong or forgotten to confirm a showing and someone might walk in at any moment.*
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| This zombie lawn art? Is now officially an option. I bet you take that for granted, comfortable home owner. |
I am excitedly awaiting that large sigh of relief that I can breathe on August 1st.
*The various call centers have yet to mess up, but it doesn't stop me from showering with lightening speed on days with showings...
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