We've had four appointments to show our house over the weekend (one didn't come inside though) and I have another one at 9:00 a.m. in the morning. This sucks. I want to sell this house and all, but I am so sick and tired of keeping it this clean for a bunch of assholes who wander through and don't buy it. I know, I know...
I want to put down roots, but it looks like that's not going to happen for a while. Wood County in the most polluted county in the NATION and I desperately don't want to live there. So maybe we'll build a house in an adjoining county. But they're probably all polluted too. I just don't want to raise my babies in a house where the water isn't safe to drink, which is the problem facing a good part of Wood County right now.
But what are you going to do? I look forward to having a new place to make home, hopefully one that "feels" as good as this one does. But I dread packing, because it's going to be mostly on my shoulders, while also trying to take care of two very mobile children. Plus, we just expand to fill up every bit of space that we occupy. I'm seriously afraid we'll have to rent two trucks. I've been trying to get rid of things lately, and I've done okay at it, but I'm really bad about attaching sentimental value to EVERYTHING.
Like this house. Where I first brought home my babies. The first house my husband and I bought. It's been a great home, and we'll miss it.
That is, if we ever sell it.
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