Come What May

A little piece of me died, when we finally took the house off the market. The dream house that I have been decorating in my mind for years is gone. Our 3 bedroom raised ranch that we have lived in for the past 19 years is it... or so it feels. Since we depersonalized, I don't feel like decorating it again. We still have stuff in $65 a month storage and I can not stand it. I want to sell everything. I need to sell. Just not the house ... right now.

We made the decision not to sell based on no offers in 6 months and we are stupid in the ways of business. We need to step back and relax. Stress cleaning for 6 months straight and turned me into a witch, with a "B."

I feel more relaxed now that the house is off the market and a little freer career wise. Come what may.

Light at the End

Our house has been on the market since Sept. and I am done! I've cleaned and vacated my home until I am at my wits end. So the decision was made to take it off the market. I now can now relax and not worry that the clothes are piled on my husbands side of the bed. Mentally, I need a break. Last weekend just about killed me.

Ironically, hubby forgot to e-mail the instructions to take the house off the market so technically the status never changed. My house has been on the market all week. Only off the market in my head and no one called to look at it either.