As I wrote in an earlier post, the Hairball household is moving this month. This is the second move for us this year and we REALLY HATE MOVING!! The packing is going on as I write. Okay, not *literally* as I write because I am just not skilled enough to type and pack at the same time!
On Tuesday, our household was invaded by a swarm of real estate agents representing the agency that the townhouse is listed with. They quickly walked through looking at everything the place had to offer and left. One of them tripped and fell as the living room offers the "feature" ( I say it's a bug myself!) of a sunken living room. I was very flustered by this but luckily she was not hurt by the fall.
We live on a busy street and parking is at a premium as you can't park on the street. Our unit is attractive in this sense as the owner paved over the little lawn out front so you can park three regular sized vehicles out front if you park them close together. That said, the townhouse around the corner from us, (same exact floor plan but different exterior) has been on the market for 4 months now and I don't think one extra parking space is going to do that much for helping to sell this place in this complete and utter crap fest of an economy.
In summary to this rambling mess, I will be busy packing and dragging things from upstairs down to the first level so that we can start taking things over to our new place on Friday. Last week I was pushing boxes of books down the stairs as I was so tired of climbing stairs. I also had an accident on some stairs years ago, and I occasionally get panic attacks while going down the stairs. Have I mentioned that our new place is on the second floor? *sighs deeply* I guess God is telling me it's time to really start working on this issue.
