(Note: This post was written by Laurel Regan and originally published in a separate blog called “Why Windsor…”, which was later merged with Alphabet Salad.)
It’s been awhile since I’ve written here, mostly because I have very little to report. These days it seems I’m living in a pocket of relative calm, where on the one side was the storm of making our decision to leave Victoria and move to Windsor, telling our family and friends, sorting out my job situation, getting our house ready to sell and then putting it on the market… and on the other is the coming frenzy of finding a home in Windsor, packing up and moving across the country, and settling into a new life in a new city. And getting out of this limbo, this eye of the storm, completely depends upon selling our house here in Victoria, which so far hasn’t happened. And until it does, all we can do is wait.
Our house has been on the market for 20 days now. We’ve had three weekend Open Houses which each attracted one or two sets of potential buyers, as well as a few private showings at other times during the week, but so far have received no offers. Unfortunately, our situation and plans have been complicated in various ways by neighbours in our complex who listed their home two weeks before ours went on the market. Those complications, coupled with a fairly slow Victoria market, have made the past few weeks incredibly frustrating.
Waiting is not my strong suit, nor is knowing that I have limited control over my situation. Once a decision has been made I want to act on it now, not twiddle my thumbs and put in time while outside forces conspire to reshape my carefully crafted dreams. I know that I can… that I must… learn from this time in my life, but quite honestly, it’s a real struggle to be patient and remain at peace.
So that’s where things stand these days.
Just waiting, and hoping.