Life is pretty sweet at the moment. I have a great husband, who loves me and the kids and whom I adore. I have two wonderful daughters who really are the best. I have a son growing healthily inside me. I'm doing some freelance work which I'm really enjoying and finding rewarding. I have a bunch of really good friends. You know I really don't have anything to bitch about.
The only thing weighing me down is this bloody house. And even that swings. We put our beloved home on the market almost two months ago. We were full of confidence. Our agent was full of confidence. And then.... nothing. From the time we planned on selling until the time the sign went up the market quiet.
I haven't been overwhelmed with disappointment as I thought I might. We didn't have to sell. It is a mixture of feelings though. Why doesn't someone want our house? Our agent assures us it's not the house. Our friends and neighbours keep saying 'I can't believe you can't sell.' Then there's the two months of open houses, with two young kids. I'll say no more on that subject.
The whole thing is frustrating as I just want to know what we're going to do. Where we're going to live.
I mean it's not the end of the world. We still own a nice house in great part of Sydney, so it's not like we're in a bad situation. In reality, we'd love to stay where we are, but a family of five in a two bedroom semi? It's just not going to work, well not for long anyway.
So, what to do now? These are the decisions we're going to have to make in the coming weeks. As babies are born and kids go off to school. The old 'burbs versus inner-suburban life rears it's head again. All the decisions you thought you'd made go out the window. I think my main problem is the pregnancy nesting feelings start bubbling to the surface. Just wanting to be settled when the new bub is born, which doesn't make for great decision making. Biology is strong, no matter how you try and rationalise it.
At least there is blogging to let me vent and keep me sane.