I got a phone call on Tuesday to inform me that my house is now for sale. Not maybe-about-to-be-in-forclosure-in-a-month-or-two. Oh no. For sale. And also, people coming to take pictures for the listing. And also, people coming to take tours. Of my house. Which I rent, although I would rather not rent it while it’s being photographed and toured. With me in it.
So the kids and I did our shopping this afternoon, so as not to be in the way of the people who wished to be in our house taking pictures. And in the next few days we’ll start making up fun ways to be elsewhere while other people walk around evaluating my housekeeping skills. Fun stuff.
Moving I really don’t mind so much. It’s expected when you rent. Especially if you’re one of those people who is prone to bouts of restlessness. Which I am. As is my husband. But being toured and photographed was not on my list of events to prepare for.
Sigh.
But in other news, there are several homes available for rent which are bigger and cost less. And there’s a possibility that the new parsonage might be ready before we get ousted by escrow. So either way it’s not like we’ll be homeless.
And also, my house is very pretty. Jenn helped me get a head start on Tuesday when I was having my meltdown. And then I spent all of yesterday making niches and focal points and floral arrangements. It’s homey and welcoming, now that we’re leaving. I guess I’ll have to do that sooner next time.
Wow. . .I know how you feel. Except for the 5 kids–one of which is nursing–needing to be dragged pillar to post so someone else can come and enjoy your newly made ambiance.