Metal Meredith

Is the Hardest Part

Now that we have found our new home, we have to sell the one we are in. Since I have never done this before and my house is THE cutest thing ever, I thought surely this will be no problem. Who wouldn’t want to live in the adorable cottage?

It seems that no one really does. Ouch, truth really hurts.

We were assured that it would be no problem, we would have many offers on day 2. Well, its day three and we are still taking appointments. One person said the kitchen is too small (yes, we know) and the other didn’t want to be this close to the highway (yes, we know that, too). So this leaves us still taking bids, still showing it for appointments and hoping that sooner or later someone will have to have it.

The cats have now come home from the vet. The litter box and food bowls have been returned to their original spots. There are leaves on the patio where Sunday only dewdrops and ladybugs roamed. The Dogwood tree that was majestic and colorful has now lost over 2/3s of its blooms. Even the azaleas are having problems holding onto their flowers. The perfect cottage is starting to show its true colors. The boxes of “stuff” that were quickly shoved into attic to conceal all the things real people need to live here are still up there. I have forgotten what is in those…..oops.

The worst part is trying to live in a place that feels sterile. No one can live here under these conditions and keep it in “show quality”. I am tired of eating fast food and take out. I am tired of wiping as I go in every single room (sorry Dad, its just not in me.) I am tired of having a stomach in knots. Good Lord, its only day 3. If no one bids on this place by the weekend, I might not make it to the other side. Do you think that the news would believe a hunger strike until I sell the house? Call NBC, I am on my way.

Until better news….

Meredith