Yea, so-big news, eh? Last week we put our house on the market. And maybe, just maybe this is one of the reasons I've been stressing out like whoa. But all is well now.
I'm kind of just resting in some kind of peace that whatever will happen will happen. If my house is supposed to sell, it will sell. If it isn't the time? We will wait.
You all should know how I feel about this subject by now. When and if we move, we aren't trying to move to something much bigger, or grander, or anything like that. It's kind of more about location and where we feel God leading our family.
One of the first questions everyone asks me when they find out our house is on the market? Oh you bought a new house? Where are you moving? Um, no. Unfortunately it's not that easy when you own one. Well, I guess I'm just not rich enough to afford two mortgages (ha. ha. ha.), but we will get serious about house hunting when things seem more serious on our end. It's this weird balance of not putting the cart before the horse, but also not being clueless about what potentials are out there. Basically? I need to not fall in love with something, because nothing, I repeat, nothing is sure until the fat lady sings. AKA: Someone signs on the dotted line.
So this house stuff is FUN! BUSINESS! (and we're barely even started). Not.
Yesterday I had my first call for a showing. It was in exactly 1 hour and 45 minutes from the time they called and I kind of had a mini panic attack. I mean, of course you want your house to look awesome so someone will wanna buy it. We've already de-cluttered, and made it pretty show-ready. So basically it just requires the whole run-from-room-to-room and clean-ish-up thing. Except that is SO MUCH HARDER when a little toddler is running around and undo'ing everything you're trying to do.
Then, I come to find it out it was just a realtor who went in on an agent preview. Fine. Maybe they will go back and find some amazing client of theirs who will love my house. But maybe not. It would have been nice to know that some potential buyers were actually walking through my house, but nooooo. I guess, if anything? I can say thank you. Thank you for the practice it gave me to do the 1.5 hour quick-clean-dance and prove to me that my pregnant butt can move faster than I EVER IMAGINED. Oh and for exhausting me for the rest of the day.
Anyway. Wanna move to Pennsylvania and buy my house? It's purdy.
We don't have any clue what will happen, obviously. But how do you know if you don't try?
ps: I know a lot of local people read here...if for any reason anyone IS serious about taking a look at our house, then by all means, get in touch with me. thanks ;)