A Stranger in My House

Yesterday was the day for a stranger to come into my house and look it over. I was terrified so my sister came down to be with me. She brought her grandson so that gave my granddaughter someone to play with and to completely mess up her room before they got here, of course, but it was okay.

I was so nervous that I truly thought I was going to cry and that getting through it just wasn’t possible. The woman that I’ve been emailing with for eight months arrived in one car and then she had her associate pull up in another car. Right away they phones came out and they were taking pictures. I couldn’t have asked for nicer people but I had to allow them to come in. If you’re read my previous posts, you know this is not something that I do.

They came in and I introduced them to my son and my sister, then it was time to look around. They took more pictures, knocked on walls and asked questions about what was what and how many exact rooms there were. I was honest and they know about the leak in the roof, I truly think it’s where the previous owners closed in the back room but I’m not a roofer so I don’t know for sure.

They seemed like they were pleased with it, my sister even thought so too. However, my neighbor hasn’t said anything to me since I let her know that we would probably move within two months or so if nothing went wrong. I don’t know if it’s just because we haven’t run into each other or if she’s avoiding me.

There was no way to avoid the two strange cars parked in the road yesterday as they didn’t pull into the yard. One parked between my house and my direct neighbor while the other parked across the street in front of that neighbors house. I could just think of what they were thinking. The people across the street don’t truly have personal conversation with us like our direct neighbors but we grew up with them and they too, took over the house after the passing of their mother.

So if the neighbors across the street didn’t realize the car was out there and what they were doing, then I guess a big moving van will do the trick. I wonder what they’ll say.

But, I’ve sent the contract off to a friend that studied law, just to be sure before signing it. Having them in the house, even with having to tell them all it’s flaws, wasn’t as bad a feeling as I thought it would be. I didn’t cry or have a panic attack but I don’t honestly remember if I took my medicine before it or not. I think having my sister here helped a lot.

The woman gave me a few more papers to look at when she left and she had to take them out of her car so I’m sure if they had ended up not being interested then she wouldn’t have given them to me.

I think it’s starting to sink in now and I just want it over and done with, guess anyone that’s moved would have said that too.

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I like to think I'm a normal everyday woman but my mind tells me otherwise. I fight my battles and post them here. I don't tell my family and real life friends that I write here. This is my own little way of having "someone" to talk to. My own little therapy session if you will. I welcome comments and opinions but I have enough negativity to last a lifetime already . My world is changing and now more than ever I need support and encouragement but I'm still too afraid to let anyone know that it's me writing here.