A Story of Sorts

disclaimer: Be prepared for chills...this could do damage to nicely shaved legs

On the way home from Fort Worth, after much conversation, we made the decision to move. And I asked Cameron, "so does this mean we put our house up for sale soon?" And his reply was somewhere in the vicinity of "pretty quickly". So I was trying to process this without breaking down and crying like a two year old while kicking my feet and pounding my hands. It worked. But barely. Once we got home, Cameron had to leave to go show some houses to a client. While he was showing them houses, he was getting information on what exactly they were wanting (because that is what good realtors do). And they started to describe a home much like ours...in the city, but feels like its not, larger with more room ummm 2500 sq. ft., trees. they love trees. especially pecan we have 5 or so. a place that would have a spot for an RV for her parents mine lived here for 2 weeks in theirs they like older homes ours was built in 1930 they have two little girls I have a gigantic room painted pink that I really don't want to repaint It is right in their price range. They love wells. So. Cameron tells them that he most definitely doesn't want to pressure them, but that we have a house that fits their description and we have made the decision to move. And they want to see my house. Soon. They would have come then, but their girls were ready for a break. So she said they would come Sunday afternoon. She called twice that evening asking more questions. And then she called Sunday morning and asked if they could come see it before church instead of after. They came at 9:20. And left at 11.

Let me tell you. This would be a HUGE affirmation of our decision to move. For a buyer to come without us even looking for one. But there is a part of me that wanted them to hate it. The part of me that (mostly all of me) that doesn't want to move. I didn't like smiling and explaining all the high points of my home. MY home. The one I have worked my tail off on. The one I am so excited about! The one with my dream kitchen. The BIG one. The one I pleaded for. The one I have to sell...the one I will never get back. There have been tears. Ohhhh there have been tears. I told Ray and Will (Jaymie's husband) at lunch yesterday and thought I would be able to do it. Nope. I started crying and had to talk about the chips we were eating or something equally as stupid. Then I told Shanna last night. And she started bawling. So I did too. I can't do this!!! I don't want to. I am feeling that temper tantrum coming on again...