Relative Something

I am my own worst enemy. I can’t remember where I put things that I have packed up, and moved multiple times, while we have been fixing up the house. I’m trying to find a document that has the total finished square foot area of our house. I just don’t have a mind for these kinds of details. Do you know the square foot area (or metric equivalent) of your living space? Some people seem to have that number available for the asking. Not me.

For the record, I also have no idea what size engine is in my car.

Today I will be meeting with our realtor to show off the work we have had done, and to discuss the final steps toward getting the house listed. We have waffled a bit about what price we want to start at, and that will be one of the topics to be covered. I have reviewed the numbers for homes in the vicinity of ours, and my initial impression is that prices are strong, but have ultimately been selling for a bit less than we are hoping to get.

I need to get the square foot number so I know what I am comparing. Imagine if I could just call Cyndie and ask her if she saw where I put the files when she was home last weekend. That would be great. (I tried and tried. No answer.)

I still haven’t cleaned the garage, and I didn’t get the window cleaners scheduled until next Wednesday, but otherwise, we are darn close. Just little details left. I don’t know how heavily the little details impact the impression of people walking through for the very first time.

This coming weekend, I should be able to make progress on a good portion of small details still needing attention. That is, if my limited ability to remember details doesn’t cause me to overlook the very tasks that need to be done.

Yes, I make lists for things like this.

And sometimes, all you need to do is write it out. Take your time. It just might come to you, like it did me. Before I could finish writing this post, it occurred to me, where I put the files I have been seeking. The square foot number is smaller than I thought it would be. I found an appraisal we had done in 2003 when we went through a refinancing. It doesn’t include the finished area below grade. Really? Whatever.