In just a few weeks, we’ll be passing the one year mark on our storage unit. It’s been a year since we decided to put our townhouse on the market, a year since we replaced the carpet and had some bathroom updates done in hopes of a quick sale. A YEAR.
It’s frustrating. Only one townhouse in the neighborhood has sold all this time. There have only been five showings. Each time there’s a showing, after I’ve frantically cleaned the house, I reward myself with an hour or two of looking online for our new home and perhaps some new furnishings. Sometimes I just look for things totally different that what we have now (post-college random, I like to call it) and imagine a house full of modern decor. Sometimes I think about room colors, or dream about a two car garage.
Then a small child sprints back and forth across the room and I’m snapped back to reality*. And I realize we need to get St. Joseph upside down and into the ground, pronto.
*Seriously, the children run sprints back and forth, from one wall to the other, both upstairs and downstairs at all hours of the day. These kids need a basement, or a bonus room, or an indoor dog run of some sort…..