Since we have decided to sell our home we have started telling people that we are selling. We hope to find a buyer without a realtor and that way we and the buyer can save money in the process. We are praying for a simple sale. But nothing comes simple. We have learned that the hard way, on many occasions.
We have told our parents our plans. They initially took the news well and didn't say anything in comment about our decisions. HOWEVER, we have now started to get the side comments, suggestions, etc from them that tells us that they don't approve or accept our decisions. It will pass.
This is a huge leap for us. We have always followed the socially acceptable path and we have always done what is "responsibly" right. We drop everything to help others, we keep a two income household. We moved to the largest home we could buy at the time. We have always sought the approval of our parents and if they didn't approve then we reconsidered our decisions, most often choosing to accept the path that they approved of.
This time it is a leap of faith. A BIG LEAP. A calculated leap but there is a bit of unknown in there that we need to rely on God to provide for us. He will, I know it, because he is calling us to do this. In the end I know we will be happier, more financially stable, and our kids will benefit from it too. But it is still scary.
On to the chaos: At this point in time, we are decluttering our home and preparing it for sale. We have extra furnature that we need to do something with. We have junk we need to get rid of and we have things that we need to pack away. So our house looks like it threw up its contents inside and we have a ton of liquor store boxes that line the walls, some ready to be packed and some already packed and ready to store. Thankfully we have a place rent-free to store our things until our home sells. Our goal is to have the house ready to go on the market in two weeks. But right now we are living in chaos. Not one room is ready to go. Not one room is complete and packed. Not one room doesn't look like a bomb hit it. We are stepping over boxes, around boxes and it can be unnerving.
We have our goals but there are times it seems that I am the only one who is paying attention to them. The bigger frustration is that for 7 hours a day I sit at work thinking about all the things I could be doing at home. Oh the frustration!
On a good note, our garden is doing well this season and we are beginning to reap the fruits of our labors. We harvested 5 zucchini yesterday and will be eating them this weekend. There are many more that will be ready for harvest in the next week. I am ready to plant another round of zucchini as well and just finished pulling up all the broccoli, cauliflower and lettuce that bolted this past week. We have green tomatoes forming on our tomato plants and have a mess of spinach to harvest and freeze or eat. It is so nice to see that my labor and hard work there is paying off. This will help our grocery budget this month. An unfortunate thing though is that all the fruit off our peach trees and apple trees are gone again. We think the squirrels are eating them. My middle child is beyond furious. She was so ready for peaches from her own peach trees this year.