It’s Becoming Real

I can’t describe what this feels like except for a bit invasive. I’ve never sold a home before and this well, the house isn’t in the greatest shape so the people buying it are “flippers”. We’ve signed all the documents and they had people come by yesterday to take a look. Investors and contractors is what they told me that they were.

I was nervous as I had just had a horrible experience at the doctors that morning so my nerves were up anyway. But, they started to arrive one at a time and I don’t know why no one ever pulls into the yard or driveway but they’ve never done that from the start.

My direct neighbors appear to be out of town so that was a good thing because they parked right in front of their house. Maybe they were hoping that was it and not mine because there is a huge difference in how they look. Nevertheless more people showed up and I think it ended up being about five different cars and only one parked in front of my house.

When it came time for them to come in, they came in single file and all but one shook my hand and said their name. There was one man of Asian descent that didn’t even look at me, just walked by without saying a word and wouldn’t take my hand. He walked with one other person into the backroom, maybe three minutes and then left without saying a word either. I’m hoping he was just allergic to cats as I did warn them not to reach out to pet the cats. I have wonderful cats but they don’t like strangers so I had to tell them not to touch them. So hopefully and I’ll keep it in my head that he’s allergic to the cats and just wanted out.

One younger man stayed inside just looking around, he seemed uncomfortable that we were still there but I think he was one of the contractors, although young. He had paint on his clothing and wasn’t dressed like the others so I think he was a contractor. Others were dressed in nice jeans and a shirt with the company name on it except for the man that didn’t talk. He had dress slacks and a casual but nice business shirt on, so him I’m thinking investor.

They went back out to talk in the street and at one point said they were still waiting on someone, so in mistake, they flagged my neighbor from across the street thinking she was the person they were waiting for. Oh boy, now she knows! So finally one of the men came in and said that they were leaving and thanked us for letting them come in.

We felt like we’d been in the house forever at that point so I suggesting going to the store to get a drink, just basically to get out of the house. When we pulled back into the driveway, the neighbor across the street was out sweeping and taking her time and just knew what was coming. She asked how we were doing and if we were moving. I told her yes and she moved over to our side of the street to keep talking. When I told her the date, she seemed to be in shock. But we talked about how things had changed and the neighborhood just isn’t for us anymore. She and her older sister live in their house, along with her teenage daughter. The daughter is going to college next year and will be moving out. She asked me if I had a card for the people that are buying my house and thank goodness I did, albeit the only one. We ended the conversation and went back into our houses.

Not 30 minutes later we could see that her brother had shown up at her house, so I know that she called him. Maybe 20 minutes later she was back at my door asking questions about how and what was the process. She said her older sister is set in her ways and that is the only obstacle. But it also seems that when her mother passed, in her will, she left the house to all of the children together and there are five of them in total. I told her that it should be as easy as all of them signing off on it. She seemed excited so I don’t know if she’ll do it or not but I let my agent know that she might get a phone call.

I think that people are starting to worry though now that we’re actually leaving the neighborhood. The “watch” system is losing a branch and the other two, although nice to each other, just aren’t as close as we are to them. But, I can’t live my life to make theirs comfortable now can I?

We’re on watch for the junk man this morning in the hopes of setting up when he can pick up the stove. I just feel so weird doing these things but they have to be done. I’ve even reserved a Uhaul for the move and I don’t know if that’s truly hit me yet.

I’m nervous, excited, scared…no terrified and a ton of other emotions that just start from the toes up. This time next month, we’ll be out of this house and moved, how weird that sounds when I type it. One day at a time I guess and sometimes one minute at a time.

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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.