Over the weekend we were in Oakland and then in Fresno to see the Fear family. It was a very different feeling to leave my house on Thursday night knowing that strangers would likely come inside while I was gone to open my cupboards and inspect the insides of my closets and other personal spaces.
Oh how I hate selling a house. Buying a house is fun. Selling a house is a royal pain.
When we got back on Saturday evening I spotted our closet door open just a tad and I knew I hadn’t left it like that.
I immediately started complaining about this. That’s when Kevin told me that he was the one who’d done it.
I’m a very illogical person at times. I want strange people to come inside my house and look in my closets so they will make me an offer. But it bothers me at the same time.
It’s one of those scenarios in life where I just can’t have my cake and eat it too.
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For some unknown reason, that doesn't bother me.
Will you be able to handle the thought of them living in it once they buy it?
Hey... you should go back and read the post you wrote when you looked at this particular house before you became first time owners. :)
What is a "top shelf"? It sounds neat!
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