Leap of Faith

As of tonight, there is a new piece of yard art gracing my front yard. And I wasn't even the one who put it there. If you drive past my house, you will see something I actually never really believed would be there - a home for sale sign. Yep. It's official. After tonight (and after many initials and signatures) our house is officially on the market for sale. *gulp* And naturally, I'm as cool as a cucumber about all of it.

Yeah. Right. Actually I was on the verge of losing my dinner from nerves. I spent the entire day (and several days before this) preparing the house for the day we might agree to put it on the market. But as the nice realtor that we found started whipping out papers and writing down information about the place, I suddenly found myself swept up in a massive tornado of chaos. Before I could blink, there she was. staking down a sign in my front yard for all the world to see. I was perfectly calm through the two hour process. But then, as she drove off and I turned to Josh, a wave of doubt washed over me as a steady strain of "I'm not ready for this...I'm not ready for this..." spilled from my mouth.

Josh, ever faithful and confident, was grinning ear to ear. What was this strange new look I was seeing on his face? Delusion perhaps? Gas? No. It couldn't be! He was actually excited! Huh?? He pat me on the back and said, "Don't worry. It's time we did this. We'll find a house soon. I know it." Now, if you can just picture my bottom jaw about even with my belly button, then you will have a fairly accurate picture of what I looked like as he said all of this. The theory, my dear friends, is that we will quickly sell this place (according to our super excited realtor) and then promptly move in with my ever-gracious parents for a very (God willing) short time as we finish buying our new home (that we haven't even found yet). As you can see from my excessive use of parenthesis, there are a whole lot of questions on the sanity of this suddenly psychotic decision we've found ourselves making. So many questions and so many question marks in their place. Will eight indoor cats survive happily under one roof while living with my parents? Will my parents dog-dander-permeated house cause more health issues for my allergic family than we can handle? Will we really find a home that is better than this mold-infested, spider-inhabited, possibly quasi-possessed house? Well...surely the latter of those questions is yes, but still, I'm nervous. God be with us as we step out of our six-year comfort zone to a potentially better home. For now, I'll just go back to biting my nails and eating my Tums. Leap of faith, Stage 1: Complete.