In other news, we're seriously considering signing with the first real estate agent we met. He's quite a salesman and seems to have great contacts near, far, and everywhere in between. We're also second-guessing ourselves, or I should say, I'm second guessing myself. Poor Brad is just trying to keep up with my flaky emotions. But a conversation with a dear friend yesterday brought up some thoughts-- have we given Florida a REAL try? What if we HAD to stay here- like if Brad's parents were ill or something... what if we didn't have a choice to leave? Can we say we've given it our all? I don't know.
I know I miss the midwest, the seasons, the people, the city... and just writing that makes me feel so sure we have good reasons to move. See what I mean about flaky? I can't even maintain an opinion for one sentence. So at this unstable point, I think we're going to list the house sort of as a fleece for God. If his direction is for us to move, then he'll sell the house. If not, maybe we'll stick around for another year. At least down here we have stable jobs and are financially ok, even if we're not in love with our job options. That's more than a lot of people can say right now.
Last night we met with that other real estate guy. He was super nice and gave us a good education and ran numbers with us to find a bottom line. But he wasn't nearly as aggressive as the first guy, and in this market, sellers need an aggressive agent. He'd be a great buyer's agent, I think. After we met with him and realized we'll probably walk away with maybe $5000 in our pocket -- grr-- on a house that has appreciated much more than that (dang fees), we went out to Uno's and had some Chicago-style pizza. Then we went to the light thing at the nature center which was fun and festive. While we were there we ran into a former colleague of mine at the middle school here-- my favorite of the colleagues. She's still there and hanging in, trying to make a difference, bless her heart. Seriously, bless her, Lord. She deserves it! The administration hasn't changed at all, and if I ever doubted leaving there, my mind was once again made up last night with her stories. SOOOO glad to be out of there. We also got some pictures taken with Santa, because, well, why not?
It was close to when they were closing, and I think the photo lady was getting a little bored with all the little kids getting pictures taken. She saw us and asked if we felt like having a little fun with it... and we're always up for having a little fun... poor Santa.
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