Those of you who follow me on Twitter know that we put our townhouse on the market last week. We are looking forward to being able to buy a single family home with a yard for Jackson and Rex, but selling our townhouse will be bittersweet.
This is the place Greg and I were engaged, got married, had our first child, had to say goodbye to my dear dog Lambchop and countless other memories. We’ve simply outgrown it and need to move on, but this home was the foundation of our beginning as a family.
We listed it with our realtor on Monday and I promptly buried a St Joseph statue in the front lawn on the same day. I’m not Catholic (Greg is) but I have a hint of superstition running through my veins so I’ll do whatever it takes for this little house to get a new owner. Apparently St Joseph is the patron Saint of real estate matters and burying him will help get your house sold. Whatever it takes.
We have an open house scheduled for next weekend, but apparently someone who really likes our development really wanted to see the place today. Which brings us to 10:00 am today, everyone still clad in pajamas and the house looking like a bomb exploded. Our realtor calls, “can we show the house at 3:00 pm?” My immediate answer was YES, then followed by an OH CRAP, we have a TON of work to do!
Greg & I spent the next four and a half hours cleaning and organizing like maniacs. I’ll be surprised if I can walk tomorrow, thankfully I have an already scheduled chiropractor appointment first thing in the morning. From what our realtor told us, the showing went well. Now we just wait and pray to St Joseph that someone will fall in love with our townhouse like we have loved it for the past six years. The up side to this manic cleaning spree is that I can relax more this week before the open house, thank goodness!