At one time, it seemed virtually impossible. The house on the east coast had been on the market since late February or early March, and while we had plenty of interest -- no one seemed willing to actually buy it.
Paul Nelson's story about staging a house to sell seems very appropriate. We did all of that!
We even got to a point where we seriously thought about renting the house out from 2200 miles away, and then selling it later.
But the market doesn't know everything, and not only did the house sell, but we got our full asking price, which is nothing short of a miracle.
I can't help but feel a little bit of sadness in handing over the keys. There's something bittersweet in knowing that a place you called home for five years is officially behind you. There's just something about leaving behind your first house, I guess. It was the first place we lived where we got to paint the colors we wanted to paint, where I could play my piano without worry about bothering the people upstairs. Where we could send Sam the Boy Wonder out into the backyard to play with Charlie the Beagle, and not worry about either running into the traffic.
Now just to get moved and settled into our new place here!