FRUSTRATION

Ok, so tomorrow will mark three weeks since the house hit the market. I suppose it was an unreal expectation to believe that I would be dealing with offers at this point, perhaps even moving towards closing? Making an offer on the fabulous condo I’ve found? Moving a few more steps towards independence?

Instead, the three weeks have afforded me the opportunity to keep the house fairly immaculate, not a huge feat, but nonetheless, just something to keep me on my feet, on that off chance that we have our first showing?

With Parker now moved out, along with two of our cats, life should be a little simpler. Not so much. It would be, were it not for Mr. Pissypants, the cat, who insists on going to do his business in places where he isn’t supposed to. “Divorce” certainly takes its toll on all of us. Pets, I suppose, have a deeper intuition and maybe less of a capacity to deal with it. It’s just frustrating to have to deal with the stress of the cats on top of all the house “drama”.

Here’s my confession: I realize that the housing market is not exactly great right now, but my house is nice…everyone who has seen it has said “oh, you’ll have no problem selling that.” Nice sentiment. Thanks a lot. Yet, with no showings in 3 weeks, my faith is growing dim. Sure, it may take a few months, and maybe, just maybe, there is a reason everything is taking so long. Maybe the time is not right. Maybe it’s a lesson in patience. I don’t know. I just want to move. I want to get settled into my life. I’m scared, I’m frustrated and I’m dealing with it as best I can. Every new tomorrow provides me with a little more hope that that will be the day that someone, anyone, will come by and just have to have the house. I need a buyer or my ship to come in. I’m running out of the all-important $$$.