Here we sit in our humble abode waiting patiently for potential buyers. We have expended great effort reducing our “stuff” by about a third and creating an environment worthy of a magazine cover. Our house went under contract in just three days and we celebrated ….. and then contemplated memories made and some to be left in this house where we raised our boys and our dogs. Perhaps the universe sensed that we weren’t ready yet, because the contract fell through a week later. It was bitter-sweet and strengthened our resolve in pursuit of something more. So here we sit. Waiting. Hoping. Dreaming. Of life outside the fishbowl.
Up next: So, what’s the plan?