Selling a house you made into a home is an emotional process.
Naturally, you want everyone who comes to see your house to love it the way you loved it when you bought it. However, real estate is a tricky business.
When we first purchased our home, our subdivision was significantly smaller and other subdivisions were just empty acres of land. Today, the landscape is a far cry from what it was just a few short years ago.
Even after all my attempts to purge, organize and clean, our home did not sell in our allotted time and we are staring down the barrel of being landlords.
I don’t know why, but the word “landlord” reminds me of the Middle Ages and the time of serfs. Not something I ever planned on doing. In our heart of hearts, we really expected to be able to sell our house, but of course the timing of our upcoming move didn’t help.
We hoped and prayed and buried a statue of Saint Joseph in our front yard, but that wasn’t enough to bring in the offer we needed during a non-permanent change of station season. Sigh.
Now, fingers crossed, we find a lovely, non-smoking family to live in our home and treat it as though it was their own. I have heard my fair share of horror stories of bad renters or couples going bankrupt trying to keep up their mortgage payments because their house never rented.
Adulting is stressful. Never in a million years did I expect to own two houses at the same time while raising twins and being a stay-at-home-mom in my early 30’s. Life is funny like that.
Now, here we are, in the month of our move and I don’t think I can get rid of anything else or organize anything else at this point. I am really just ready to get this show on the road, chaos and all.
As a military spouse, I am no stranger to the moving process, but this will be our first move with twin toddlers in tow. I had really hoped that our house would have sold during the process, just to alleviate one stressor, but now it’s on to Plan B.
Like the moves before it, as soon as I know a move is on the horizon I begin my PCS prep. I declutter closets, donate items we no longer use, take down and bubble-wrap frames and knick-knacks — or anything that will likely break once it’s packed up — to streamline the process.
However, I don’t think I will ever get used to watching my entire life get packed up only to watch it being driven away on an 18-wheeler.
This go around, in addition to packing up and moving, we will have twins to contend with, renters to find and a new house waiting for us on the other side.
There is a silver lining, though.
Having our living arrangements already squared away so that we can literally pull in and walk in to a house versus living in a hotel with two kids and two dogs until we can get into a house has helped me breathe a much needed sigh of relief.
Don’t get me wrong, I am excited to see the finished product on the other side of the move and I am excited about our next chapter — even though the closest Target is like two hours away, now that’s what I call a sacrifice — saying goodbye and watching the life you built fade away in your rearview mirror never gets easier.
Until that fateful day at the end of the month when my husband trades in his command hat — hallelujah — for his teaching hat, you can most likely find me lingering in the aisles at Target or holding a sign at an intersection looking for someone to rent our house.
Vanessa Lynch is an Army spouse, mother and a former metro editor for the Killeen Daily Herald.