There are now flowers lining the walkway to the front door, a fresh cherry stain on the kitchen sink’s ledge, and the driveway is free of sludge and dark dirt coating due to pressure washing. With one more day to go until staging, I’m a kaleidoscope of optimism, panic, and apathy.
Will the sun peek out and spotlight our abode on Wednesday for an award-winning shot? Probably not. But Hilary seemed assured that the photo editor is capable of magic.
I’m curiously optimistic about how many offers we’ll get or how long it will take to get an offer. One house on the lake has been on the market for 42 days, and another nearby on a similar small lake has been on equally long. Unlike those two, our price is fair. And we have land, sloping beautiful land that parents with kids will go ape shit over. Or will Julie Andrews hop out of the 1965 hills in The Sound of Music just to glide over ours? If she pays the correct price, of course.
Dang, sorry. I got sucked into editing the trauma resource page on my website. Gosh, I love doing it. It probably comes from early in life doing hyper stacks, then PowerPoints, and marketing material for jobs. It’s the arranging of pictures, fonts, and information in a way that is pleasing, helpful, and easy to navigate I love. But because I’m doing it during my writing time this will be short.
I plan to write earlier tomorrow so we can have more time together.
Thanks for stopping by.
Take care,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 