We are one week into having our home listed as For Sale. Let me tell you I am starting to get a grasp on why they say that moving is one of the most stressful events a marriage can endure. After putting a price tag that the realtor said was a quick sale price we are scratching our heads as to why there have been a dozen groups through here with not one offer.
We are learning that waiting is hard, and not knowing what will happen even harder. I am clinging to God and asking Him to reveal His will to us. Does He want us to stay, move, or build? I am waiting for Him to answer.
The upside is that we got our to do list checked off, so we are getting to enjoy the fruits of our hard labor. Well sort of, as I have to keep after the kids to keep everything tidy and put away once completed just in case we get a call that there is someone wanting to see the house now. This isn't all for naught as it's excellent practice for all of us to make our beds daily, clean up our messes promptly, and learn contentment where we are.
Still, we are unsettled. Most of our belongings are packed up in Rose's basement. Half of my kitchen is there too. I kept only the basics for cooking and baking. We have a couch, bed, deep freeze, file cabinet and sewing machine to occupy the basement rooms. It is so empty it echoes downstairs. We are missing our books and toys. The kids are fussy wanting to know when we are moving to a farm. Phil and I feel the same insistence internally.
I have always longed for a show worthy home like what appears in magazines and pinterest, and now that I've got it, I'm not enjoying it nearly as much as I thought. It's sterile, sad, and uninviting. There are no personal touches as we are attempting to maintain neutral to appease to the masses.
I am looking forward to when this difficult season of life is over so we can resume having personality fill the home, small messes under our feet, masses of memories smiling down from the walls, and the laughter loved ones ringing through the house.
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