Warning: This is an EMOTIONAL post!!!!

I don’t want to be HOMELESS!!!!!  My darling house has been on the market since Saturday, and no one has called about it.   I am spending heaps of time, trying to stage it and keep it clean, and we’ve got no one to see my futile efforts.

And we are leaving in a week and a half.  If our house hasn’t sold (likely) we will be moving anyway, and we can’t afford to move into ANYTHING until we offload our current mortgage payment.  I don’t want to pay a mortgage and be homeless.

And in every room I sit in, in my dear house, I think to myself, "this is one of the last times I will be sitting here."  "This is one of the last times I will have to sit in my pretty little front room and have the sun shine in on me."  "This is one of the last times that I will be able to sit in my enormous backyard and enjoy the view of the mountains."  "This is one of the last times I am going to sit in this chair in this room and rock my baby…"

You know, thoughts like that.

And thoughts like these: what if no one likes my pink walls?  What if no one likes my cute kids room, or my flowering plum tree, that I will never get to see in bloom? 

This is our first house.  And no one wants it but me.  And I can’t have it anymore.