Relative Something

The sign that doesn’t say, “For Sale” on the corner of our lot (I guess it implies it), lights up at night. It occurs to me that a person driving around to look at houses for sale would be unlikely to do so in the dark of night, so I’m not sure about the value of this feature, but it is cool, anyway.

The last feedback we received from a recent showing was that the buyer decided they wanted a newer house and they don’t want a wooded lot. Alrighty, then. I guess this place isn’t for you. Have a nice day.

I read somewhere that the current average number of days homes are on the market is 130. It’s been just over 2-weeks for me now, and I’m already growing weary of the process. It’s not that I didn’t know what I was headed for.

I need to go out and mow the lawn, then get my laundry done before this afternoon’s showing. I miss the days when I could leave my clothes on the floor or set things on our counters. Life is messy, so trying to live a spotless life is dysfunctional, no?

Today is my last day off of work before I head north for the week-long bike trip. I feel a need to take advantage of it for some preparations. I hope the potential buyers won’t mind if my camping gear is strewn out all over the place today…