We have termites. Damn it all! We had a termite clearance when Mr. Bear moved in, but that has been seven years ago. Shrugs. Even if we were staying here, that would need to be taken care of. So, on top of not having a place to live yet, we have to have the house tented. I really want to stick my head in the oven and crank it up. That was an unexpected expense.
We are sitting ducks right now, waiting for all the reports and inspection information to come back. I hate the feeling. Hate it. I hate feeling like all of these things are out of our hands right now. It is difficult to let go. I hate having people coming through here all the time.
Yesterday, Allie and I spent the day outside. She played in her pool while I did some gardening. It was nice to crank up some music and clear my mind a bit. At the same time, my heart was breaking, knowing my sunflowers will not bloom until we are out of here. I cannot help thinking about all the memories. This is the house we made a home.
Counting days until the discomfort of selling our home has run out.
I cannot help but really dislike the Real Estate profession. It is a dirty business, with lots of hands out collecting money. There is greed on all sides. DONE, I say. DONE. What a dirty, rotten, pain in the arse.