Change is really hard for me.
So is uncertainty.
Putting your home on the market is terrifying, especially when you are the kind of person who hates not knowing what’s going to happen. And that kind of person who worries constantly. And the kind of person who takes things to heart.
Our condo hits the market today, and I’m scared. We can’t afford to live here past May, unless I go back to work full-time (and
sob uncontrollably every day put Baby Boy in daycare). There is so much pressure on us to sell it within the next few months.
We need a cheaper home — a cheaper life — to have the life we want. We want Darling Husband to stop working 80+ hours every week. We want me to be able to stay home with Baby Boy. We want to feel like we can pay our bills (and save) comfortably — it is very frustrating to not feel this way now, even with us working so hard.
This is me, putting a plea/hope/good vipes out there to the interwebs. I hope someone buys our place. I hope I can relax, and not let this worrying-about-when-it’s-going-to-sell consume me. I hope things work out.