| Today was the first day someone looked at my house -- to buy that is. My house is the cleanest and most picked-up it has been in a long time. I even finished painting half my bedroom. I still don't know how I feel about all this. I've called home four times today, with the longest call around 2 hours when I was painting my bedroom. I really like this house. There are a lot of unique qualities when added together makes me doubt I will be able to find something comparable when I get back. I like the neighborhood. I have some kind of emotional connection with this house. Probably due to it being my first house. All this angst over a house. I think once I made up my mind that I wasn't going to sell (my second call home), it freed me to not feel pressured or boxed into the corner of having to sell. Once there, and because of the cleaning I was doing in the basement and having the reality check of owning a 83 year old home, I've been pushed me back into the sell camp. I just fear the whole process of selling. I just don't want to do it. This is April 6th, I would like to have everything done by the first of May. Outside and in. Realistic goal? I don't know, but that is what I'm going to strive for. yadda, yadda, yadda....
I'm tired, but it feels good because I've actually got a lot accomplished. Didn't go to FrontRunners this morning -- too much to do. But, while taking a shower a while ago, well I'm simply discussed with my physical condition. I determined in January that working out and exercise was going to be a priority. It hasn't been, and I can see the results. Sit-ups, sit-ups, sit-ups. Discipline, discipline, discipline. |