Oh yeah, Christmas shopping

In the grand scheme of things...selling my house is nothing. However, I would still really, really like it to sell. It's been 7 days total and it's been a bit grueling. One would not believe how much two dogs can shed. I vacuum obsessively. We've had showings at our house every day since it went on the market. The dogs are growing quite accustomed to the back of the car (while we drive around waiting for potential buyers to leave our house).

As it turns out, Christmas is upon us. I had been concentrating on selling our house and didn't notice the holiday sneaking up on me. The question is: "Will I find good gifts for my wife in time"? Yes...absolutely. The problem is...I've set a standard, at least for myself, on a certain quality of gift(s), involving creativity, thoughtfulness and a whole lot of stuff like that. I'm concerned (though only mildly), that my gifts will be good, but will not express my true feelings on Christmas day. I remain, however, cautiously optimistic that I will come through in the end (I've done it before, on shorter notice).

But maybe I don't want to move

We put a bid on a house (as you may have read). Ours is on the market. Why are we doing this again?

Our house is fine. Sure, it's small, but we're happy here right?

I'll miss the hardwood floors, the bathroom renovation...everything. Just why are we leaving?

The fact is, we could use more space, but, I'm amazed at the emotional response to leaving our first "home". I can already see myself 30 years from now saying..."Remember that cute place we first owned just after we got married? We never should have left"...as we're living in some ridiculous suburban home with too many square feet and too little charm. These pictures are of the current place (which will be dearly missed)...