A couple of months ago I wrote a description of our house in preparation of selling it. I even thought about blogging about it, which is what some homeowners did.
I was battling morning sickness and in the middle of painting. After all, buyers probably wouldn't be drawn to a house with a plum colored dining room. Not to mention the chipping cream colored paint on the trim. While we were preparing our house for the market, we got lucky and sold it.
Our neighbors said they had some friends that were looking to move to the area. We gave them our contact information and they called us about it. We set up a couple of times for them to come look at it, but it just didn't work out. After a couple of weeks without hearing from them, we planned to list it ourselves. So one Sunday morning when I got a message from them asking to come see the house later that day, I choked on my cereal. I ran to the shower while the boys de-toyed the house. We negotiated a price and it was their's a month later.
I dragged my feet as long as I could about moving until my husband moved our beds, dressers, TV, and a few kitchen utensils. Those first couple of days were very primitive, but my husband was right to get the ball rolling. I was dreading moving and kept putting it off. We lived in that house for ten years; we brought our babies home to it, and we fixed it up and decorated it to fit us. Leaving it also meant that we were leaving a town that I had taught in for eight years. Where our neighbors were my former students and we were within walking distance to the school and the playground. I knew we would have to move, but I was expecting a long drawn out sale process to give me time to adjust.
A friend of mine told me it must have been meant to be while another friend said how lucky we were. My husband attributed it all to karma. This helped changed my perspective, and now I'm painting the new nursery.
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