Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

I’m reaping the benefits of working from home. Sitting pantless on the staged downstairs couch, I’m watching the third season of Bridgerton. Could I have explored this space similarly with my pants on? Sure, but it wouldn’t feel this free. I know Dave won’t mind me sharing this; I thought about divorce yesterday. Now, theContinue reading “Grateful in Grief”

I’m saving locations in the “Georgia” section on the Map app on my phone. There’s the “No Longer Bound” thrift store, the “Read It Again” bookstore, and Jekyll Island. My top pick, however, is The Center for Puppetry Arts, where I hope The Labyrinth exhibit will still be in rotation. Fifteen years ago, I visitedContinue reading “Hand Sock Love”

After rave reviews for U-Pack from my friend Laura I was confident to switch from the Uhaul truck. Her multiple cross-country moves make her an expert adviser on the matter. The plan for July 14th includes three adults, one child, and one dog taking off in a mid-size SUV. A weird goal of mine isContinue reading “All’s Well That Ends Well”

It was hard to pull away from the Edible Flower puzzle to write. Laura, my friend from forever, is still working on it, and even though it’s been years since I’ve seen her, it feels like days. With her 42nd birthday just yesterday, I arrived with a small pink rose plant, and tonight we sangContinue reading “Weekend with the Willner’s”

We’re on the topic of moving. The traditional U-Haul truck was our plan until the U-Haul pod caught my eye. I’m sick of prepping my house like it’s a luxury hotel. The high standards are a load I am sick of having. One, maybe two more days, Jaclynn, we’re on the home stretch. With anContinue reading “Woody the Waker Upper”

The yin to my fiery yang is Dave. My insecure feelings about the real estate photos’ poor framing only meant one thing: I’d failed. I was unbelievably attached to the idea that spectacularly shot photos would sell our house. But is that true? Equally, if not more important, are the house’s price, size, age, andContinue reading “The Listing Goes Live”

I don’t do power struggles with Evelyn. Or anyone, for that matter. I lean on this firm boundary in tense moments, like having a referee in a boxing match. Because I know myself. Past a certain point, I may do things I regret. Like the one time I needed Evelyn to get in the car,Continue reading “Take a Seat”

Our house, cute as a button, is ready for pictures tomorrow. As I type, there’s a very temporary couch under my butt, here only to help a future buyer salivate over one day sitting in this room. Had I not a new adventure to try on, I’d pay Staged with Style all the money toContinue reading “The Stage is Set”

“One jump ahead of the hoofbeats. One hop ahead of the hump. One trick ahead of disaster. They’re quick, but I’m much faster. Here goes! Better throw my hand in, wish me happy landin’. All I gotta do is jump!” The chase scene song from Disney’s Aladdin popped into my head as I started toContinue reading “I Feel the Earth Move”

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 peekContinue reading “The Hills Are Alive”