The sign is big and red, and in my yard!
Yikes! I drove up to my house after work yesterday and was welcomed by a "For Sale" sign. I don't know why it surprised me - we had signed the listing papers on Saturday - but it did. Now begins the parade of neighbors who didn't already know. "Where are you going? We'll sure miss you; you've been a good neighbor." Not to sound ungracious or unfriendly, but that conversation is already getting old. Mind you, I don't have anything against any of my neighbors (well, except one kid...but that's another story), I just hate small talk, especially with neighbors I barely know.
My poor husband is so stressed out now. I think he didn't really "get" what was going on all summer. He did tons of work to get the house ready, but now that we're in the final stretch, he's freaked out. There are still some tasks to accomplish - we ran out of exterior paint before we were quite done, so we've got a bit more to do, and miscellaneous touchups inside, as well as getting the yard looking better, and a few other odds and ends. I tried to talk him down last night - I've already got a list and plan to spend this coming weekend finishing up all I can do - but he was really certain that we had more to do than we possibly could do. (I didn't even approach some of the other projects that he doesn't know about.....)
The big dilemma here is that the new house isn't even started yet. Yikes! I've accepted the possibility that we may be temporarily homeless. There are few houses on the market in our neighborhood right now, and rates are still low, and our neighborhood gets very hot in September - we have a neighborhood festival that brings 45,000 people on September 18, and we begin showing that weekend. While I don't want to get my hopes up, I know that a lot of "for sale" signs disappear shortly after the Cooper-Young festival, and new neighbors arrive in October.
So I'm pricing storage units and long-term hotels. I suppose I am capable of making Thanksgiving dinner in a kitchenette....