Thursday, April 22, 2010

I am not where this picture is, either

Having my place on the market is disconcerting. Every morning when I leave I have to ensure that it is as pristine as I would want it to be should a potential buyer come through (and they have). It's like being in this perpetual state of readiness. It's exhausting.
The open houses and the showings on the weekends are starting to make me feel unsettled. 1-3pm and 2-4pm are right in the middle of the day so you'd better get what you need to get done beforehand, since you're spending the next 2 hours in a coffee shop.
Except I don't get my shit done beforehand. And then I need to leave. And then I'm doing mile repeats at 5pm or some goddamn thing even though I'm scheduled for an 11 miler the subsequent morning.
Yes. Woe is me. Most of the population would be happy to have my problems. I get that. I have PMS. I have a race in a week and a half. My condo isn't pristine.
Shrug.
Let it go.
In fun news: I saw the guy that I had chatted with on Monday walking along 17th today as I was driving home.
And when I went to sign the anti-HST petition (still not entirely sure about the whole thing which makes me feel stupid and remiss), the woman looked at my address and said "we had a couple in from that building yesterday". And I said, "I know. They're the ones that told me to come here".
Michael stayed over last night because he had yesterday and today off. It was fun. It was like this mid-week respite.
I feel like fucking off for a weekend but the next three are booked.
Mini vacations are like haircuts. When the urge strikes, I need immediate gratification.

2 comments:

judith said...

When I think about if we were to sell our house it makes me hunker down even more. I think I'll just die here and they will have to drag my crap out to sell it. It would take us at least a year to get our house ready to sell. Used to I could be packed and ready to move in a week. But those were the leasing days. We're a permanent fixture now.

Duder said...

Yeah. When my parents moved out of the house we had owned for 25 years it was a huge debacle.
I'm in a weird spot in that I've never fully felt like I've settled in here, and I'm also very reluctant to leave.