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Aug. 28th, 2006 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicI've had moments of shock before where something caught me off guard and set my heart pounding as every muscle in my body tensed up...but none so sharp as just now. And I was prepared for this.
Trillian's little pop-up window came up to tell me I had a new email message from my realtor. We had the first open house yesterday and she had told me she'd email me about it sometime today, so I knew it was coming. I had a task to finish up, and in the 30 seconds it took me to finish what I was doing, I swear nothing inside my body moved at all, except my brain, which was firing off thoughts a mile a minute. The house has only been on the market for one week. I do not realistically expect an offer now. What I was hoping for was feedback from Patti telling me what people thought of it, and honestly, I wasn't expecting much - I'm kind of in expecting-the-worst mode, as I have been for a while.
And yet, my body was telling me to get my hopes up. I tried to fight it, and I'm still trying to calm the fuck down, because NO, no one made an offer.
But according to Patti, there were lots of lookers and one very interested one. So why is there no offer yet? Well, possibly because she's not *that* interested after all. Who knows. I mean, when I first saw the house, I wanted to write the contract RIGHTNOWLET'SGO! So the fact that no one has done that is a bit discouraging, but I know it's early and I don't really have to panic for another few weeks.
Patti did give me some helpful feedback, but there's not much I can afford to do now (general consensus is the carpets should be replaced, and that will be expensive), so I have to hope that a buyer will be willing to take on my old carpets or the expense of replacing them on their own. Sigh. I'm still so nervous and tense.
My friends list has worked wonders with good vibes in the past. I'm asking you guys now to please focus some positive energy on my house and getting this thing sold. It's dominating every moment of my existence right now, and the sooner it is sold, the sooner you can have your friend Meg back. Right now, she is possessed by the worrydemons.
People who have only met me since college began will not believe this, but high school folks can back me up - I wasn't born a worrier. In fact, I used to be so carefree, other people worried about it. And now all I do is worry all day long and this is not me! Really!
Peace.
Trillian's little pop-up window came up to tell me I had a new email message from my realtor. We had the first open house yesterday and she had told me she'd email me about it sometime today, so I knew it was coming. I had a task to finish up, and in the 30 seconds it took me to finish what I was doing, I swear nothing inside my body moved at all, except my brain, which was firing off thoughts a mile a minute. The house has only been on the market for one week. I do not realistically expect an offer now. What I was hoping for was feedback from Patti telling me what people thought of it, and honestly, I wasn't expecting much - I'm kind of in expecting-the-worst mode, as I have been for a while.
And yet, my body was telling me to get my hopes up. I tried to fight it, and I'm still trying to calm the fuck down, because NO, no one made an offer.
But according to Patti, there were lots of lookers and one very interested one. So why is there no offer yet? Well, possibly because she's not *that* interested after all. Who knows. I mean, when I first saw the house, I wanted to write the contract RIGHTNOWLET'SGO! So the fact that no one has done that is a bit discouraging, but I know it's early and I don't really have to panic for another few weeks.
Patti did give me some helpful feedback, but there's not much I can afford to do now (general consensus is the carpets should be replaced, and that will be expensive), so I have to hope that a buyer will be willing to take on my old carpets or the expense of replacing them on their own. Sigh. I'm still so nervous and tense.
My friends list has worked wonders with good vibes in the past. I'm asking you guys now to please focus some positive energy on my house and getting this thing sold. It's dominating every moment of my existence right now, and the sooner it is sold, the sooner you can have your friend Meg back. Right now, she is possessed by the worrydemons.
People who have only met me since college began will not believe this, but high school folks can back me up - I wasn't born a worrier. In fact, I used to be so carefree, other people worried about it. And now all I do is worry all day long and this is not me! Really!
Peace.
