So, the tenants moved out a week ago. In that time I’ve done some work on the old house, a little bit of yard spruce-up, some slight staging and cleaning, and now today’s the big Open House.
The Kid’s really upset we’re selling that house: upon moving in here she whined, “that’s where all my memories are!” Today as we brought cookies and a door mat, she was whining more. Feeling like the last house had more space, feeling like the last space had a better front yard.
Mostly, I think she’s feeling like we’re moving away from a substantial part of our past, and I share that feeling. I’m okay with that, for the most part, but I really want to find a buyer who will love the house and find it home; appreciate what we’ve done to it while also making it their own…
It’s a nervous, scared feeling, what kinds of bad things are being said? Then there’s hope, that we get a good offer, a good amount, a good buyer… Sorrow, that nearly twelve years of the book of us are now formally past…
oh well. Might as well wait out the offers (if they come) and the “sold” sign before mulling too much about it…
