Okay, well, it’s happened. I guess I knew it would someday, but honestly, I’m surprised it’s so soon. I’m surprised in a good way, but still. It’s not even been two full weeks that the house has been on the market, and we have AN OFFER. Hooray! I think…..
I’m supposed to be excited, right? (It’s April 2008, terrible housing market, national recession, etc.) Well I guess I am, but I also feel shaky, like you do when you’ve not eaten in a long time, or more accurately, like you do when you have two pieces of Godiva chocolate for breakfast and it’s two hours later, your blood sugar has plummeted and your hands resemble an alcoholics’ during his/her first days in Betty Ford.
So which is it, the two pieces of Godiva I ate this morning (compliments of my in-laws for staying at the said house) or the news of THE OFFER? It doesn’t really matter, I guess, I’m still feeling strange, and am now slightly obsessing about THE OFFER.
Where the hell am I going to go? Yes, yes, I’ll have to move. But where? And how? (I have absolutely no upper body strength.) And geez, when am I going to find the *time* to relocate?
It’s a reasonable offer, they did not low ball us too much, and we’re going to counter, so it may all just fall apart anyway, when they get the counter offer. But it may not…..
Change is good, change is growth…..blah, blah, blah…….But, here it is….I DON’T WANT TO GO! It’s my home (and has never been cleaner)! It’s my children’s home! It’s no longer their father’s home -- but hey, the rest of us still live there. He moved out. Voluntarily.
Frighteningly, it’s a High School Musical song that is coming to mind. Are the lyrics from the song “Bet On It” really easing my mind? Oh Jesus, I’m losing it. Obviously. But if Troy can find such fist shaking, golf swinging inspiration from the words, so can I. Right?
I’m blaming the whole thing on Ellie, and Mistah Schleckah too. Why oh why did you do such a good job on the bathroom grout? Why such perfection on the re-painting of the garage and bedroom doors?
So I guess it comes down to this.....is there room in the Westy?