Tabled
The marketing agreement is still on my table. My husband is stalling me. "I just don't know where we are going to find a place," saith he. I know he's not good with change. I don't want to steamroll him. But we have to move sooner or later, so why not sooner?
It's not like we'll be out in the street, right? I mean if someone wants our apartment, and we can't find someplace else to live, we just postpone closing, right?
It's a buyers market, right?
Labels: Freaking Out, Frustration, Selling
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