Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Selling our house is probably at the bottom of my fun list. For starters, trying to keep the house in an eerie state of perfection with 3 little boys is a feat in itself. It's down right exhausting. Each morning I aggressively go from room to room to prep it in case any showings are scheduled for the day. Today I felt extremely guilty when Cash requested a master fort (not to toot my own horn about, but I make a mean fort) and I immediately turned him down. No boy should go without a fort on a weekly basis really. But for now he will have to wait.
The other thing I have come to realize, is that I never appreciated how much space we had here until I went house hunting in Tennessee. I guess a mean case of lime stone prevents most areas from digging basements (which I still haven't figured out how everyone hides from the tornadoes without a basement). Our house has 10 foot ceilings in the basement. You don't even know you are underground down there. I will miss that.
I have packed away most our decor and belongs to supposedly help the buyer envision themselves and their many belongs in our space, and part of me secretly wishes I could keep up this level of order and pose. I tried to not show too much resentment when projects that I have starred in the face for four years have magically been completed in a few weeks time. This is how it goes I suppose.
I really do like this house. It is on a quiet street with good neighbors and great shade in the backyard in the evening. The boys and I have been very happy here. I know we will be happy in our next place too, I'm just feeling very sentimental now that we are leaving.