This week I posted the following on Facebook:

Making the leap.

Making the leap.

It’s been a move months in the making. Actually, compared to the other three major real estate transactions I’ve participated in, this go round was not a knee-jerk reaction precipitated by a pregnancy and raging hormones. I seemed to have made many big decisions in my 20s and 30s based on my heart and not on my head. I jumped right in and hoped for the best.

But this time, I wanted to take a more logical approach to buying and selling a home. I didn’t want my heart to get anywhere near the situation. Selling my current home is somewhat financial — I mean, two college tuitions suck — but mostly just a practical move. My kids are getting older and I don’t require all the space we needed so desperately a dozen years ago.

My parents separated the summer I turned 12 and the following year my mom got remarried and we pulled up stakes and moved an hour away. It was like the rug had been pulled out from under me and I never wanted my children to feel the same way. When I first got divorced it was critical to me that the kids’ lives weren’t turned upside down any more than was necessary. It was bad enough that their parents had to split up, I didn’t want them to have to move on top of that.

And that’s pretty much how I operated until a few months ago when I said something about moving to one of the kids and she was like, “What took you so long?”

As I mentioned in the Facebook post, I’ll miss a lot of the amenities around here, specifically my kitchen that still brings me great joy. I still come down to it every morning and can’t believe it’s mine. It makes all that counter wiping and taco cooking that I do a little less terrible.

Of course it would be easier just to stay put and hope for the best. But I’ve been down that road before and learned that as painful as change can be, it’s where you find the place you need to be rather than where you thought you were supposed to be.

Does that make sense?

But it took me a little bit to finally make the leap and put the sign up front. It seems sometimes, in the absence of hormones or an impending newborn, I have a hard time figuring out what to do. I’m afraid to dive off that ledge and do something that scares me.

But this week I did. I took a deep breath and jumped.

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11 thoughts on “Finding the Courage to Sell My House

  1. So many emotions running through me as I read this post, but that would be my story. So, back to you – Wishing you all the best, and hoping that the heaviest load you carry forward is filled with all the wonderful and loving memories, that can’t be bought and sold.

    So excited for you : )

    • Aww … Mandi!! I’m sure you’re making tons of awesome memories in your house! Maybe you’ll have to come by our new digs and help make another good memory or two. Maybe this time of the two of us oh, say, drinking wine together? xo to you …

  2. Your kids are fine because you DIDN’T pull the rug out from under them… Job well done. Bring the memories with you and make some new! Embrace the journey, you’re brave and smart to move on!! Can’t wait to hear….
    Nancy

  3. I’m reading this thinking how exciting though to be unpacking in a new place, getting new stuff, decorating and having a whole new outlook on everything! We moved our son out of our home yesterday and into his first new apartment in a new city and I found it so exciting! I’m just going to miss him big time – good luck and if I know you you’re going to find your perfect new home!

    • Joanie … your baby. Wow. But what a great outlook you have and you’re making me a lot more excited about pulling up stakes and settling in new digs. It’s all a part of the process, I guess. Love seeing your name here and can’t wait to see you soon .. xo

  4. I trued to contact you, but the “captcha” feature stumped me, and I lost the messages. please contact me. We are “twin souls”
    Hugs, paddy

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