Most Sunday arvos, I cook. I like to see our freezer filled with lunch packs, ready for our work day lunches. The past few weeks however, have seen our stoves idle. I haven’t been cooking.
The tasks to put our home on the market have kind of consumed us. Every spare moment has been spent on how to steer along what the real estate agent and his team of marketing gurus have been telling us. We’ve removed heaps of stuff (not that we’re incurable hoarders), cleaned up (not that our home is messy or dirty), patched up flaws (not that our home has been a decrepit and run down bomb site) and generally obeyed the gospel according to real estate marketing hype generators. They are after all, the supposed experts and we’re paying them money (for us to toil…)
So the past two weekends, we continued with our make up artist roles, in preparation for the illusionists to come in and do their thing. All we want is to do our best to optimise this sale, so that we can move on to live the new chapter of our lives in the nation’s capital city. With little Abby and her folks.
Lately, we’ve been doing video calls with them. It’s both heart warming and affirming to have those calls. Keeping our eyes and focus on when we can start to build our lives anew is probably what we need to remain positive and energised. Being closer to Kiddo, Mic, little Abby and her little sibling, keeps us filled with joyful hope.
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