Twas Brillig

Hey, remember how I was trying to sell my house? It used to be the only thing I talked about around here. I haven’t said a word about it for a while because, well, there hadn’t been much to say–till now. Basically, we fired our realtor about a month ago and then sat on it, not sure what to do. Then, just this last week, we decided to list it with someone else.

Two days later, we got an offer. Now, we’ve gotten several offers by now. But this one was different. It wasn’t an “investor” but rather a family. A family who had fallen in love with it.

And offered our full. asking. price.

Of course, things can fall through. I’m trying to hold off on the victory dance until the check has been cashed. Trying…

The people buying it are a young couple with four young kids. They fell in love with it for all the reasons that we did back in the day. It’s perfect of them, they’re perfect for it. Yay!

Of course, there’s a lot of work to do now. Lots of decisions need to be made about what to do with all our crap. Still, I’m not complaining. No sirree. No complaining here. Brillig no speak-a complain-o. I’m just acknowledging that there’s stuff to do now.

And, um… I need to find a babysitter for my beautiful grand piano. There’s no way I can move it up here, but there’s no way I could allow it to go into some nasty damp storage unit either. Sigh. My piano. It’s almost like a child–except it doesn’t eat as often, nor does it pour Lucky Charms into my bathwater…

Again, not complaining. Just concerned about my one and only earthly treasure. Any ideas?

Okay, but. Back to my house. You know. My house. Soon to be someone else’s house. This blog was actually born almost exactly four months ago, almost exactly the day that we listed the house. Obviously, I’ve vented here a lot. I can’t believe how agonizing this road has been sometimes and how suddenly it seems to be resolved. Closing date is set for August 11. Cross your fingers (and toes and eyes and hairs and anything else cross-able) for us!