We've talked alot about moving. Should we stay or should we go? There are advantages to both. We have talked about moving. Moving to Colorado, Pensacola, Dallas, Austin, Hawaii (ha ha..kidding about that last one...sort of). But, when we really talked about it and put it all on the table, it is better for us as a family to stay here. I hope to move some day and maybe experience another city, but right now is not the time.
That doesn't mean we aren't moving.
I want out of those house...in a bad way. We bought this house probably seven years ago. We were like 22 years old. BABIES! We were just babies..what were we doing buying a house? lol. I'm kidding. This house has served us well in our early adulthood. It was just the right size, in just the right location, for just the right price. We cut our teeth on this house and learned alot..mostly by making mistakes. But even though our family hasn't grown (people-wise..animal-wise we are at our limit) this house seems to be shrinking. Basically, we are out growing this house. It's time for a 'grown-up' house. It's time for a privacy fence and a two-car garage. It's time for a utility room and a pantry. It's time for an actual guest bedroom and a second bathroom. It's time for us to find the perfect house to host holiday parties and backyard barbeque's.
So, I called and made an appointment with a local realtor on Sunday. She is coming here to this house..to look it over. *blank stare* Is it normal to feel like I need to empty rooms out? To clean the baseboards with a toothbrush? To deep cleaning our furniture? There is something very revealing about letting someone in your home to evaluate it. It makes me feel very vulnerable. Like she is going to find all my dirty little secrets if I let her look too close.
Her visit might go something like this...
Her: This living room is a nice size.
Me: Please don't look at the un-even baseboards. We put them in ourselves. We didn't know what we were doing. We were babies!
Her: Let's have a look at the kitchen.
Me: Please don't look at the cracked tile on the floor. We put it in ourselves. We didn't know what we were doing. We were babies!
Her: The hardwood floors are lovely.
Me: Please don't look in any corners. We have five animals. FIVE! You have no idea how hard it is to wrangle the dust bunnies in this house.
Her: This room is an interesting shade of green.
Me: My husband did it! It's all his fault. *smacks Jeremy on the arm*
*groan* What are we doing? Selling a house is hard and we haven't even started yet.
Tell the Realtor to bring 22 and 23 year olds - THEY'LL LOVE IT! You did! I'm sure it's awesome! Growed up houses are fun, but they fill up too if you're not careful.
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