Today we had to clean the old house pretty quickly because we have two showings scheduled. I hope an empty house is a house that sells because a full house certainly did not.
While going back outside to get the mail (at the new house), I noticed someone taking a walk down the street. Calculating the distance he had to travel and I had to travel, I deduced that I would be at my mailbox while he was still passing our driveway. I went to the car instead and grabbed my sweatshirt and the fiddled around with whatever crap was in the front seat until I could tell he was too far away to want to speak to me. Ahhh, starting off right in the neighborhood. Disclaimer: totally changing plans to avoid speaking to new neighbors is one thing. Outright ignoring a wave by a new neighbor is another thing entirely.
I’m having a whole JohnBoy Walton moment right now. The laptop is set up in front of one of the dormer windows and I can completely check out what’s going on on the street. (Ok, I know JohnBoy didn’t look out at the street but he did sit in front of the window and write.) Some middle-aged dude just jogged by and has already returned but was walking this time-actually he just walked by again–who knows where he lives–maybe he doesn’t know either. He took a good long look at our house. I think we should put up a sign out front that says: “Yes, We Finally Moved In. Move Along. Nothing To See Here”.