Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

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”

All my life, my last name was mispronounced. To get the verbiage to stick in people’s minds, I’d say it’s like “more happiness” or “more glee.” In 2018, I painfully contemplated losing my last name Moergeli. However positive being engaged and anticipating a future with Dave was, becoming a Loibl meant loss. At that time,Continue reading “Googly Eyes Surprise”

I hold out until the end of the day to write. I’m tired and uninspired, and the threat of my midnight deadline ticks pointedly at me from the clock in the corner of my laptop. After listening to an episode of “Smartless” with Conan O’Brien as a guest, I’m inspired to start a video podcastContinue reading “Helium Heights”

I have three more days in the office and seven more days until our house goes on the market. Everything is a countdown lately. Once we get into contract, I think I will rest easy. Then, I’ll work from home and have a month to sell all the remaining furniture. Will we be homeless? Perhaps,Continue reading “Artsy Fartsy”

The idea to write in my book was replaced by scrolling TikTok, stopping to watch Jenny McCarthy’s live thread selling her makeup, and buying her mascara. It wasn’t totally impulsive, ok? I needed to replace the four-year-old, dried-out stuff in the drawer anyway. I also watched twenty videos of a Vietnamese salon pulling a fruitContinue reading “Mascara Meanderings”