Our home has been on the market for about 3 weeks now. So far there's been no action... at least until yesterday. I received a call about a showing today between 4 and 5. As you can imagine we spent much of the day making the house perfect (which is tricky with 4 kids constantly moving around within it). I had a good feeling about this. “It only takes one person,” is a phrase a friend shares with me when we talk about selling a house. Something felt right about this. Maybe this was the one.
Anyways, we took the kids down to the parking lot by the neighborhood pool. It's a great place to ride bikes or play anything with a ball.
We waited and waited (seems to be a pattern for me right now... speaking of, still no word from Ohio). Anyways, they didn't show up. Obviously a bummer. That “this feels right” that I felt... well, maybe it was still right. I'll explain that in a second or two.
Kel reminded me of good truth. All is very well with us. This isn't a big deal. Don't give the enemy any more room to work. It did feel right as we got ready for what we thought was a potential buyer for the house. It felt right because hope was strong.
Resolutely set on hoping. Hoping for more. Going to keep climbing, clawing and clamoring for more... even when it doesn't make sense. Refusing to quit hoping. As we climb our perspective changes. The vantage point is different. Different is good in this situation.
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