Today a certified professional is going somewhere no man has gone before (at least not during this home selling process): the land of the home inspection.
That's right. We have a contract. We have co-signers. They have a 3 o'clock appointment with the inspector.
The Boss, the dog, and I are getting ready to make like trees and leave. When we return to the finished inspection, it won't be long till we find out if we have a reason to start packing.
My pessimism is starting to fade to the point that I need to fight to get it back into clearer focus. I do not embrace positivity. I abhor disappointment. So when I look around my house now and see it as something that is on the verge of becoming someone else's, I must banish the picture. I have to remind myself that it is still very much ours. And that's okay, because that's just fine. For the past three years and for now, it's home. It is a wonderful place to be.
If only until June 15.
Edited to add:
I just discovered that someone landed at my blog after typing the following phrase into Google: "women who brought a bra and worms were in it and it ate through her breast."
Thought you might like to know.