I realize that compared to many real estate hard-luck stories, we have a long way to go. It hasn't been much more than a week that our house has been on the market. But since double-mortgage payments began last November, it seems like soooo much longer.
Today two more potential buyers did walk-throughs. We've heard nothing. It's like the worst blind date ever. Like we're completely blind. No clue whether they even asked for our number!
Two highlights for the day:
1. Another house in the neighborhood hit the market. Similar price point, much MUCH less desirable street and literally no curb appeal. That has to make us look good, right?
2. A night at the Northside Tavern reconnecting with old friends and making new ones. A night spent remembering the value of neighbors and friends who share good times and bad times. A night sharing a toast of good luck with women who face daunting challenges in the week ahead. A week being grateful for the fact that next Thursday night will come and we will gather again, put aside stresses of real estate and doctors' orders and everything that keeps us from being our best selves.
Until tomorrow--and maybe, just maybe, good news.
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