On The Market

We listed our house Saturday morning.

I had no idea how hard it would be.

Don’t get me wrong—the process was simple enough: look at some comps, set a price (which I changed later), sign a couple documents.

It’s just that after the real estate agents left, the weight of it all left me feeling steamrolled.

I broke down once I started thinking about the nine years I’ve spent there. I’ve come so far in those nine years. I’ve learned so much…I’ve changed so much in those nine years. I’ve become an honest-to-goodness adult in those nine years.

There are lots of memories in that house. Thinking about leaving tears me up, even though I know full well that I’m moving to a place that is better in every way.

When I think about how much time we spent tiling, laying floors, selecting light fixtures, hauling 5 tons of landscaping rock around the perimeter…there’s just so much of me and us in that place.

This modest house has allowed me to live comfortably while saving for the future. It allowed my fiancée to go to grad school full time. It is, simply, home.

We have only 12 more nights under that roof.

I am so thankful for that roof, in so many ways.