In my last post, I left you staring out of my back window with me
wondering what I should do. Well, time passed and the leaves got bigger
and greener, the flowers were popping and the chorus of bird songs
filled the air. I spent more and more time staring out the kitchen
window while doing my dishes, savoring every bit of nature’s summer
loveliness. But breaking through the peace of that exquisite scenery
and the delightful bird songs was………that annoying, pain-in-the-ass
(PIA!) voice in my head telling me “Sooooooo….you DO want to end up
regretful don’t you?” UGH!! SHUT UP VOICE! By mid-June, Scarlett’s
“I’ll think about it tomorrow” became Nadine’s “Alright! Alright,
voice!! I’ll find a real estate agent!!”. After four interviews, I
picked the one. Her name is Marilyn and she had no idea what kind of
nut she was signing on with, but she seemed like she could handle it. I
can’t possibly have been her first wavering client.
In July, I shakily signed the paperwork that would bind Marilyn and I as partners for the next six months. And so began the “Ball Is In Your Park” decision; the BIIYP. Hey I did something, right? I made a decision to sell my beloved house! A decision to move on to Florida! A decision to change! That was it. The decision making was now up to the buying public. It was out of my hands. Having to make any decision and actually change anything was no longer in MY ballpark. Whew! Glad to get THAT off my chest!
A couple of days later, I was in the kitchen staring at my beautiful yard again, when I heard a loud, thump, thump, thump sound. I went to the front of the house, looked out the window and swallowed my heart. There they were. Pounding a “For Sale” sign into my front lawn. I resisted the urge to run out in my pj’s and bedhead, screaming “Get that off my lawn!!!! I didn’t mean it! I changed my mind!!!”. Instead, I just quickly moved away from the window so no one would see the blood draining from my face.
And so it begins…….
In July, I shakily signed the paperwork that would bind Marilyn and I as partners for the next six months. And so began the “Ball Is In Your Park” decision; the BIIYP. Hey I did something, right? I made a decision to sell my beloved house! A decision to move on to Florida! A decision to change! That was it. The decision making was now up to the buying public. It was out of my hands. Having to make any decision and actually change anything was no longer in MY ballpark. Whew! Glad to get THAT off my chest!
A couple of days later, I was in the kitchen staring at my beautiful yard again, when I heard a loud, thump, thump, thump sound. I went to the front of the house, looked out the window and swallowed my heart. There they were. Pounding a “For Sale” sign into my front lawn. I resisted the urge to run out in my pj’s and bedhead, screaming “Get that off my lawn!!!! I didn’t mean it! I changed my mind!!!”. Instead, I just quickly moved away from the window so no one would see the blood draining from my face.
And so it begins…….
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