We are actually making a bit of progress towards changing our lives. I've talked with all the relocation players and this week I have an appointment with the movers to come walk through the house and estimate what size truck they'll need and how much time to move us. It's good to have a few balls rolling.
Today, the second realtor did their walk-through of the house. I didn't even clean it this time. I had the children pick up their stuff and we made it all look neat but the house wasn't clean. It wasn't even close. I really don't have an excuse. Sure, I'm single parenting for another week. Three down, one to go! Yes, we've been really busy with band, football and soccer. The truth is I just didn't feel like doing it. I spent Sunday reading a book and napping. You know what, I didn't even regret that choice when the realtor peeked behind the shower curtain in my bathroom. I'm pretty sure she regretted her choice to peek. She was polite and didn't scream or make a face. Well, she didn't make much of a face.
Now we are waiting on the relocation company to get back to us with a marketing strategy. Our neighborhood is such a strange one that I'm not even sure what price they'll want to use for listing our house. The lots here are all one acre but the houses on those lots are each unique. In the last year there have been sales from $150,000 to $245,000 in the neighborhood. The good news is that there are fewer homes listed for sale in our neighborhood today than there have been at anytime during the last four years. Hopefully, that will work in our favor.
I've been thinking today about renting an apartment or small house and traveling back and forth between here and Ohio until this house sells. I really don't want two house payments. Just because you can afford something doesn't mean it's a great idea. I suppose it's another thing we'll need to think, talk and pray about. That list just keeps growing. The nice thing is that I'm confident that everything is going to work out just fine. Being Presbyterian is a real benefit sometimes.
Monday, October 11, 2010
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Baby steps reminds me of "What about Bob".
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