One of the hardest parts of selling a house is that you've made it awesome in order to do that. You've poured months into it, fixing and finishing.You're breaking things off just when things are in perfect harmony. It is harder than you think to do that emotionally.

But it has to be done. So you do it. Another lesson in how things go in life, generally, and that you always do what ya gotta do.

I have known my agent since my first home in Buffalo. 18 years! I love him. It is inherently valuable to know people for a very long time. To me, that has inherent value. His jeep is in the shop, the loner is a giant ford excursion. He gets here with the contract, jumps out if it and says, "I feel like the best dressed lesbian I know in this thing." He does that, makes me laugh when he knows this stuff kills me. He watches the Young&Restless, day tv soap operas, so that he can kibbitz with old ladies who are heartbroken to be selling their homes when they can't take care of them anymore. That'll be me, 2-3 more houses from now. My heart is breaking. He gives me a hug. "I have known you a long time and here is my sense: you've done very well for yourself, and this is the logical next step of continuing to do that. The house you just bought, you will make it stunning again, and it will be worth a great deal, and you'll feel good about doing that."

I sniff back more tears. And hand over the pics of my beloved pond. 😢😭

site of the illfated handfasting - new owners will be shocked and bemused to find trainwreck's lifesize rose quartz penis tucked in the waterlillies, to do with what they wilt