roller coaster ride

I've debated in my head whether I should post this or leave this post as is and not publish it. But I figured that since this blog is about our life then why not. So here it goes.

The process of selling our house has been in the making, almost since the day we bought it. We always viewed our home as an investment and that one day we would sell it and move. While we have talked about this for what seems like many months, the timing happened right after we finished the landscape and got back home from vacation.

The feeling was .... excitement.

The Realtor came by to see the house he was on the same page as us as far as price, and so we continued with the process. The feeling was ....mutual

Pictures taken of the house, the feeling was ....happy

The listing published on Friday and the feeling was ....nervous

10:30 Friday a call for a showing and the feeling was .... motivated

Saturday showing ....elation

Saturday evening email from our agent in regards to the Saturday showing and the feeling was ..... calm. He said that the clients love our house and it was at the top of their list.

Sunday afternoon showing ..... Ben put it right, he just didn't have a good feeling.

NO showings on Monday and the feeling was ....lull

Monday email from the agent in regards to the Sunday showing and the feeling was ... upset. He said that his client decided to pass, he didn't like that their were RV's etc in the neighborhood aka. right behind our house. Daddy was not happy, he read about the city codes all night, somehow wondering if it was legal or not.

Tuesday showing from the previous walk through on Friday, and the feeling was .... neutral. I feel numb to this process at the moment because the emotions ride so high and I am tired of the ups and downs. I love my house, it's the house we brought Bridger home from the hospital, it was our "dream house" when we bought it at the age of 24 and 27. That was a huge accomplishment for us and I could have never dreamed we would live in such a beautiful place.

I told Ben last night, that I am going to stop planning my days around a possible showing and start living our days as we want, not caring so much. That meant I didn't do the dishes last night, I just threw them in the dishwasher I didn't mop a zillion times before we went to bed, nor did I worry about making the bed this morning before I left for the grocery store. It felt nice. Nice to have a little freedom.

Wednesday (today) the phone rings at 8:15 am  - showing at 10:30, at the park and 9:45 a call for a showing at 1:30, a text today and another showing at 2:30. So good for not planning my day around showings. I feel happy that we are starting to get some traffic, but I would be lying if I said I am not nervous about each one and whether they will like my house.

It's weird that all these emotions come out when you put your house on the market. I never expected to feel all of this and yet part of me is very calm and neutral, because we haven't found a new place that we want to live, there is a possible acreage that we like but nothing that is pulling heavily on my heart. I question at times if this is what we should do, but I am quickly assured that we don't have to sell our home and there is no time limit. That gives me piece of mind.

On top of it all you should see us clean this house during the week when daddy is at work, let's just say thank goodness for the baby Bjorn because I couldn't get it done without it.

And picture this, me, gabby and Bridger in the car driving around, usually during nap time. It brings a whole new level of crazy to my life. But you know what these are our memories and I have to laugh a little bit!

Here's to a happy Wednesday!