::wads up paper and throws in the trash::
::wads up paper and throws in the trash::
To Whom it May Concern:
I am aware that most people are counting down the days until Christmas. I, of course, am looking forward to this most joyous holiday as well. However, there is another important countdown that has been on my mind lately.
In 17 days our house will go on the market. again. January 1, 2011. That is the day. The day that will begin what I hope will be a quick process to our fresh start. Last time it wasn’t a quick process. It was the longest.shittiest.process ever. Our house sat on the market for six months. I tried to clean and organize while entertaining a constantly up-to-no-good toddler. And did I mention I was pregnant during this time? No? Well, I was. It sucked. That is, the cleaning sucked. Not the having a new baby part. That part was pretty awesome.
Anyway, I wanted to write this letter asking you for one thing. Er, two things actually, if it’s not too much trouble. I wasn’t quite sure on who to address in this letter. But hopefully, just by writing it, it will get to the right person.
#1. Let our house sell
#2. Let us build a new house
You see, last time I feel like I begged and prayed and PLEADED with anyone who would listen to puh-leeze just let our house sell. Although it is cute it is not big enough for our family of four. We have two bedrooms and though some nights the brothers-sharing-a-room-thing works, other nights it’s an absolute nightmare. When the baby starts crying and screaming the toddler gets woken up too. And fat chance getting both of them to go back to sleep. My husband and I aren’t getting much sleep. Our baby is seven-months-old and sleep is still like trying to find water in a desert. I hate to sound greedy. Because I know our boys having their own rooms isn’t a necessity. But separate rooms would sure help a lot.
I accepted the fact that I didn’t get to create a beautiful nursery for my second son. And in turn, you provided me with six amazing months of him sleeping right next to me. I accepted the fact that I lost my closet and gave up most of my clothes and shoes to Goodwill. And in turn, you provided me with the most amazing job I could have asked for at the perfect time!
I have watched as others sold their homes and moved on. I offer congratulations and wish them well as they pack up their boxes and begin their new adventure. I am truly happy for them although it takes a lot of pride-swallowing to get there. But I still look out my window and wonder why my view remains the same. Why, when my heart feels so full with a desire, has it been fulfilled for others. But not for us? When will it be our turn?
I know if we had to we could make this house work for longer but I feel I’ve been patient. We just want a house that makes more sense for our family. Where our boys can have room to play and not knock stuff over at every turn because the walls are closing in on us.
Last time, when six months came and went, I finally accepted that we would have to stay a bit longer. I’m even prepared to be here another six months if that’s what it takes. But please. Oh, please. Let it sell this time. Let someone come in and fall in love with it. Just like we did nearly four years ago.
We’ve done so much to make it right for someone.
Drastic price reduction
Brand new carpet in the bedroom
Brand new energy efficient windows
Brand new patio door
Brand new matching range
Rental furniture to stage the house
I’m even willing to throw in my front loading washer and dryer (believe me, I will cry if I have to leave them behind)
Everything else has fallen into place in our lives. Except this. I know the market is still terrible. But I also know that this house is a good house. And there is someone out there right now whose new house is waiting. It’s cozy. It’s welcoming. It’s ready. Will you send them our way?
I thought I would show you what I dream of every night. It’s the house we have chosen to build when our current house sells. Please, whoever you are, help us get here. This is perfect. This is our new home. This is where my boys will grow up.