Irksome is the fact that I once again can not sleep - boo... I need it so, but alas try as I might, my mind will not shut off. I need to have a switch installed, that would be most useful. After laying awake for a few hours I figured I might as well get up and do something useful - so I find myself at my laptop.
Today's open house was a disaster. Not only did I have someone show up early as I was preparing to depart with the dogs, but this person showed no interest in the house, but was fascinated with my furniture and decorations. Flattering as that may be, its depressing when you are trying to sell your house. And no sir all of my possessions do not come with the house - sorry. He went so far as to pick up a vase and examine it. The whole situation was quite uncomfortable and if it wasn't furniture and a vase we were talking about I might have thought that this was really a criminal getting ready to rob us. This man did not seem ripe for a heist, he seemed more the type frightened by his own shadow with his biggest concern being indigestion.
After finally escaping and leaving the work to my almost punctual realtor, I was off with the unruly dogs with high hopes for the arrival of anxious house hunters, being that it was a sunny and almost not freezing day. Most unfortunate was the result...only one family showed up the whole time. How discouraging this news was. Not only did I clean endlessly all weekend in preparation, but the whole day revolved around facilitating this open house. Trying to sell your home is a thankless, all consuming, and utterly miserable job. As a parent is to their child, I am hypersensitive to the negative criticisms heard from potential buyers - my thoughts are "I would like to see you try and find a condo as nice as this for any less money and in a better area". Some of them no doubt will tread the path of a "fixer-upper", come to find renovations are more costly than they imagined and their tastes are not as easily brought to life and now they are living in a patchy update mess of a place. The selling process has no doubt claimed several years of my life as a result of the constant stress, so I hope I can put this all behind me soon. I may just have to get a massage next week, a luxury that I at this time should not be indulging in, but so few are the pleasures of this dreadful phase of things - I need a way to keep my sanity.
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