I need to move out of my house because I think it has bad Karma. It has taken two divorces to come to this conclusion. While I am quite sure that both those husbands would have you believe that the reasons for the demise of the marriages fall squarely on my shoulders, I don't care. I think its the house and I am getting the hell out of here.
It isn't easy to sell a house. It is much harder to do it by yourself. I agonized over the decision for six months. I figured that was a good time period to make a well thought out plan. I have never sold a house without a husband and truthfully when I started out, I never thought I would have to.
It took me four days to call the Real Estate agent. I drove by her sign a whole bunch of times and promised myself that I would write down her number the next time I drove by. I didn't. Great excuse not to call. Then her smiling face taunted me from an ad in the newspaper. I felt like I couldn't avoid it anymore. I dialed and was thrilled when I got her voice mail. Turns out she picks up her messages.
She came over, walked around, told me what needed to be fixed and gave me a list of documents that she needs. More procrastination and panic. Where is my certificate of location (I think exhusband #1 took that one when he left...)? Tax bills? Proof of repairs? A level of organization that I aspire to, but will never achieve.
And today she called me to tell me that there is an offer. Which means that someone wants to buy it. Which means that I could be moving. Which means that I could be starting over. Again.
