Selling the House

A new adventure has begun. . .we are officially looking for a realtor to sell our home! I hate change! Yes, I have admitted to my deepest fears. . .I loved growing up in the same house from age 6 until college. It was always good to come home! Now, I feel at home here on Banta St (after living in 4 different apartments the first 4 years of our marriage). So, although I've waited for this moment to move on for awhile, I have to admit that I have a bit of anxiety. However, I can laugh a bit when I think about when my parents sold our childhood home. On their last night there, I called and asked them what they were doing. They replied, "Eating hot dogs and crying!" I'm sure we will cry, but I hope we aren't eating hot dogs!!

And, I might add that we may not find a real estate agent who wants to help this crazy family. As Tim was showing the lady our nasty basement, the girls stood at the top of the steps. . .singing at the top of their lungs. . ."I've got 2 pickles, I've got 2 pickles, I've got 2 pickles today, hey, hey, hey!" God bless the Little Rascals!