Real Estate and Dating

I've been a little slack on writing recently.  I'd like to say that it's because I've been busy with my creative endeavours, knee deep in yarn and paint but that isn't the case.  I've just been mentaly pre-occupied.

As I've mentioned before we are trying to sell our house and it's been weighing on me heavily.  On Sunday I came to the realization that selling a house is a lot like dating.  We get all dolled up for a first date (a blind date at that) and then hope things go well.  We return from dinner and wait by the phone waiting for our agent to call us and let us know how the date went.  Then we hope and pray that they will want a second date.  Now, real estate does move a lot quicker than most relationships because there isn't much after the second date except the plunge of commitment that comes with an offer.  My cute little townhouse, that's perfect for a single professional or couple looking to downsize, and I have had many first dates over the last few months.  We had one second date but they wanted us to change and be something we weren't (if you really want a three-bedroom you should only look at three-bedrooms, not at two-bedrooms and complain that it isn't what you want).  I'm sure my townhouse is starting to feel a bit dejected, especially because I've made the committment to another house but we still get all dressed up whenever the call comes for another date because it only takes one and maybe it will be the next one.

We're feeling cautiously optimistic right now.  We had a first date over the weekend and apparently they seemed somewhat interested and might be coming back.  Well, upon awaking this morning there was an email from my agent (I don't think the woman sleeps, she emailed at 1:30am and then responded to my email shortly after 7am when I responded to her) that they want to come back and take another look this evening.  Fingers crossed that they want to commit and the dance of negotiations can commence. 

It's not that I don't love my place anymore but I've outgrown it.  There was just me when I moved in and now there is dearest SO and our crazy jack russell and my ever-growing stash of yarn, fimo, scrapbooking supplies, canvases and other hobby material. My place was perfect for me at one point in time and now I'm just hoping that it will be perfect for someone else so that we can move into the new 'perfect' place and I can unpack all of my craft and hobby items in one room and finally have a proper studio.  I look forward to the day that I can wake up, get a fresh latte and head up to my little room and let the creativity run free.

We scrubbed the house top to bottom last night and got a little high on the smell of pine-sol.  We'll do a last minute going over once we get home and then light some smelly candles to create ambiance and then just hope for the best as we pile into the car and try to keep the dog entertained for an hour or so. Maybe today will be the day...