Selling the House!
Time seems to be racing on, and I am both excited and terrified about moving to Ecuador. I assume that this is a normal response (I hope it is!). It feels like we are really going to do this. All we have to do is sell the house. Everything hinges on that. And this week the “For Sale” sign went up on the lawn. Yahoo!! I am getting very excited now, but also a bit nervous. What if the house doesn’t sell soon? What if we don’t get what we want for it? What if the closing date doesn’t work for us? You get it, lots of anxiety over this. I just want it sold!
It’s funny, among many of the dreams that I had as a young adult,, owning a house was the big one. I grew up in a large city, and houses were (and still are!) very expensive, so much so that buying a house always seemed unattainable for me. I was young, divorced with 2 kids, and broke. Then I met Tony. Now we were 2 people who were young, divorced with more kids, and broke. But eventually we worked our way out of our dire situations, and moved to a smaller city where housing was more affordable. And, with a little help from an amazing bank manager, we bought our first house. It wasn’t great, or large, but it was ours (or at least we could make payments on it). Over the years, we fixed it up and put our stamp on it. We had some great times in that little house. Then we sold it and bought a bigger house, this house. It needed a lot of work, and we have been working on it ever since.
I feel like I have a love/hate relationship with this house. There is so much that I love about it, it is big, has lots of character (in other words, it is old), and it is in a great neighborhood. But, there are also a lot of things I don’t like about it. It is now too big for us (which means too much housework, yuck!), and it needs constant work (remember, it is old?). After 15 years of on and off renovations, repairs, replacements etc. I am done. I don’t want to play anymore, I am going to take my toolbox (actually I am going to sell it) and leave. I am tired of fixing things and worrying about what is going to go wrong next. Small projects always turn into big projects. A simple $1000 job turns into a $10,000 job (and I am not exaggerating, that actually happened). So, no more. Now I can’t wait to no longer own a house.
I am looking forward to renting in Cuenca and letting someone else worry about the maintenance and repairs. Even if they done “manana”.
In the meantime, we have to sell this house. Once the house is sold we will have a tentative move date! Then I can quit my job!! YAY!!