The realtor called yesterday. I wasn't home. She sent me an email about 10pm last night. Another realtor has asked for a showing today between 5 and 7pm. I emailed her back to agree. I've got mixed feelings.
When I put the house on the market, I had a clear plan of what I was doing. I would apply for a manager's position inside the box. I'd put the house on the market. I'd work in plumbing until Spring when I would begin applying for transfers in a couple warmer cities. By the time the larkspur bloomed, the house would be sold and I'd be moving. The larkspur should bloom by the middle of April.
Things have changed. I'm in the job I need to be in for two years. I hadn't planned on that. In preparation for the party, I've learned to love my house again. I love watching the plants come back in the spring. I love the wide open windows and brightness of the rooms on sunny days. I love my kitchen. I'm even learning to love the basement space now that it's almost empty and mostly clean. So I hope these people come back with a ridiculously low offer, if they make an offer at all.
I'm not ready to sell my house, yet. It's not done.