It has officially been 6 weeks since we put our house on the market. And I’m *sad* to say that we have not had any offers to-date. Many people have driven by & taken flyers, come to the multitude of open house, and scheduled appts. to view the house with their realtors but alas, not one single offer. This is starting to get depressing. I know that I’m probably expecting too much to think that our house should have sold by now, but I can’t seem to help myself. We’ve always sold our previous homes so quickly, generally within the first 30 days of it being on the market. If I’m more realistic, then I’ll look at what’s truly happening with the housing market. But then it will really, really depress me because there ain’t shit happening with the market (and just so you know, I don’t care that ‘ain’t’ isn’t proper English).
I’m doing my best to stay positive. It will sell when the time is right. When the right person finds the house. I need to be patient, I know. At times it’s difficult. Especially when things have been extremely slow for our business. It’s fairly fightening. I wander, like a lost child, all over the spectrum of emotions and thoughts. From hour to hour, occasionally, starting at ‘everything will work out fine’ and ending with ‘we are going to lose everything that we’ve worked our whole lives for’. Then I contemplate the latter scenario… what would it really mean to lose everything? What if it lead us down another path? The path for which we were truly destined? What if we are meant to be free of these things that tie us down, and in a way, keep us prisoner. When you have so many “things” that have to be paid for, you aren’t free. You must always work to pay for the house, cars, cleaners, gardeners, PG & E, telephone, water, garbage, and so on and so on ad nauseam!
We are so fortunate to have family close by us, so it isn’t as if we would have to live on the streets. As some are forced to do. No, we would ultimately be just fine. And I generally operate until the philosophy that everything has a way of working out the way it’s meant to be. Call me a Pollyanna if you want, but I think I do like the world with rose colored glasses.
Besides, what if everything that we are currently experiencing is shaping us? Forming us? Molding us? Because isn’t that one of the purposes of life? Learning and growing by the myriad of life experiences. And it’s not just happening for myself or the husband but our children too. We tend to forget that they are influenced by these events because we see them as so young ~they aren’t actually involved. But I’m beginning to realize how wrong I am in that judgement. Even our 2yr old asks, ”is my crib comin to da new house?” or “is da doggies comin to da new house?” She understands enough to pose these questions. She comprehends that we will be leaving this house and moving to another and just wants to make sure that her favorite things will be coming with us. It really is quite adorable, in a slightly heartbreaking way. I wish that we didn’t have to make the move, for the girls sake. That’s when I start thinking about the future again… what’s around the corner? More challenges to be faced with our business? Random other things that could pop-up completely out of nowhere? What if the next house fits our life more perfectly than this house?
Even if things turn around completely for our business and we have tremendous growth, my thought on this house is that it’s time to cut our loses. But when it boils right down to the bottom, it’s completely out of my control WHEN or even IF the house sells. Maybe I’ll just sing the Bob Marley song, ’Everything will be all right’, in my head ~of course. Or maybe I will just walk around all day singing it out loud, that will be my new theme song. And I will make people wonder if I’ve finally lost all my marbles. But then again, they might just start singing with me! One can only hope….
In the mean time, we are having another series of open houses, next weekend & the following weekend so wish us luck on finding a buyer!
Enough for now,
Ciao
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