And so, it goes on the market tomorrow. All 400 square feet of the largest debt I've ever had in my life. I love this little house more than life itself. I know it's time to move on, I mean really, how long can a girl spend in a tiny place that doesn't fit her big strong man and his fuzzy kitty. I could indefinitely spend my life at this level, but it stilts me. Ugh. Let's hope it's like ripping off a band aid. Quick, and jarring. That way the pain will be deadened by the relief at finally being able to move on. Getting rejected on our first offer due to the contingency was the straw that broke the camel's back. It's time to see just what sitting on a little piece of property does.
Thankfully, Frank has been distracting me quite effectively this week. The bathroom nonsense has driven me to the brink, but the new tile really does pull it all together. It was such a trial, but now at least I know I never need to do it again. Ever.
Goodbye little window seat with your sparkling views of Puget Sound. Next time I see you, it'll be from another tiny condo with a different perspective.
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