It has only been one week since Mike woke up in the morning and said "I'm going to take a drive over to a house." I had no idea what he was talking a about. I figured he was buying something off of craigslist, or looking at someone's yard who had bees, or just taking a drive for the fun of it. But it wasn't any of those things. No, he meant that he wanted to BUY a house. Which means that we have to SELL this house.
I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but it means a TON of work.
This weekend we rented a storage unit, and it is already 50% full of stuff.
I have been trying to move things out as fast as I can, but I am just completely overwhelmed.
And I am already sick of packing. It's only been one week, I know, but I am tired of it.
Every night we run out of empty boxes, and everyday when we go out, we dumpster dive for more.
Mike wants the house to be on the market within the next ten days.
I think it would be more realistic if he gave it until the end of the month... but he wants it done ASAP.
I understand him wanting our "little house" to sell quickly, but there are no guarantees.
Then last night he asked me a funny question: What do you think about this, spiritually? How do you think God feels about us moving to a bigger house? I said that if God wanted to bless us with more living space, then He would. He pointed out that if we wanted to do foster care/adoption then we would need more bedrooms. Good thinking.
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