We’ve decided to put our house up for sale.
I really hate even typing that sentence. It was a difficult decision, one that took months and months of back and forth conversation, but in the end we decided it was the best thing we could do for our family. The house that we built from a dream. The house that we put months, even years, of sweat equity into, making it our own. (Check out our home tour here.) And yet…
I really do believe it will be the best thing for our family. Both mine and my husband’s lives have become these unhealthy embodiment of workaholics – and not by choice, but because we see no other way out. It’s work on top of work, it’s struggles and time wasted away from our kids and our home. That’s right, the home that we love so much and have spent so little time at because we’re working.
Looking back, I think we would have built a slightly different house. We have no regrets on the house we built, but I think we could have built a house with a smaller footprint and have been just as happy.
People keep asking me where we’re moving, and what our next steps are, and to be honest, we have absolutely no fucking clue. Everything in our lives is dictated by our businesses right now, and that’s something we want to change. So as we try and move on to the next step of our lives, a place where we can be together as a family, have our businesses work for US, and live happily together in a place that suits us, we continue in this holding pattern of keeping a neat and clean house and hoping that it sells easily.
Have you ever had to put up a house for sale? Was it emotional for you? If so, how did you deal with it?