Well, that was an unholy bitch of a decision, but I think we’ve settled on me and the boys staying here in Seattle during May. I think, like many of you pointed out, it will be less of a pain than moving our stuff twice and staying in someone else’s house for weeks on end.
Still, it’s going to be rough. I keep thinking about how I feel whenever JB leaves town—lonely, for sure, but also sort of mentally unhinged? Solo parenting isn’t nearly as difficult as it used to be, but days on end of having no one to talk to who’s over 6 years old can make a person a little . . . well, you know. *twirls finger next to temple in meaningful manner*
I’m sure it will be FINE, though. I’ll be busy with working and packing and taking two kids to and from school and strategizing who will drive where for weekend visits and it’ll just fly by, right? It’ll be fine! Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
Speaking of CrazyTown, Population: Me, I don’t know if I’ve properly expressed the immense relief we feel over how quickly we got an offer on the house. We were a lot more serious about things this time around—unlike our sale attempt in 2010, we actually partnered with a real estate agency that didn’t suck, and we dropped the price by $30K. We also put a huge amount of effort into getting it ready to show, but I had no idea what to expect. Would it be like last time? Would the weeks drag by while I tried to keep things clean enough to accommodate a spur-of-the-moment, utterly uninterested showing?
As it turned out, as soon as our house was posted on the MLS my phone started ringing and didn’t stop for three solid days. We had showing after showing, and in the brief moments we were actually home, a near-parade of looky-loos drove slowly by, scoping from the street.
The house was posted on a Thursday, and by Sunday we had three (!) offers to consider. We also had quite the collection of realtor cards:
We haven’t closed the sale yet, but everything is going as well as we could have possibly hoped. We passed the (FOUR HOUR) inspection last week and the appraiser is coming next Monday. The buyers are so solid, we don’t anticipate any problems—but, of course, I’m sort of holding my breath until we sign on the dotted line.
It feels like everything has happened so fast, like one day JB was driving down for an interview and the next we had a lockbox on the front door and now we have a ever-complicated Tetris game of boxes accumulated in the living room. I’m sure May will pass just as quickly and moving day will be here before I know it.
It’ll all be fine! It’ll be fiiiiiiiiiiiine. (Right?)