Showing

We showed our house for the first time today!!! I know it's ridiculous, but I keep hoping and hoping that they were so hugely impressed with it that we'll get an offer tomorrow. Or the next day. See? I told you it was ridiculous.

Oh, and yes, I left freshly baked cookies out for them. ;)

I can't tell you how relieved I feel, though, knowing that we've shown it at least once in the last 2 weeks. I was starting to worry.

And by the way, it is such a violating feeling, driving away from your house with your baby and dog in tow, knowing that in a short period of time complete strangers will be arriving at your house, letting themselves in, and wandering around, analyzing what they see, and just being alone. In your house. Weird!!! I wasn't ready for that violated feeling. I also was not ready to be excited when we got home and there were closet doors open, lights turned out that were on before, and less cookies on the plate than when we left. There was even a message saying, "Thanks for the cookies, they were very yummy!" It felt like Christmas, and like Santa had left that message.

Anyway, I just wanted to write about it. Because we're moving. Selling our house. Showing it to strangers. Hopefully soon bargaining and accepting an offer. And then packing packing packing.

Oh my heck, it's really happening, isn't it?