The prospect of spending a beautiful Sunday afternoon stuck inside of somebody else's house by myself did not exactly thrill me. You get to stare longingly out the windows, as the world and sometimes your life, passes you by. There are children joyfully playing, neighbors triumphantly walking in exercise, and cars driving by filled with the anticipation of going somewhere new and exciting. But not I. I am here. In this house with only a couple  hours of solitary confinement to look forward to. Help!

Did you ever feel that way?

Yesterday was unexpected. Maybe the stars were aligned differently or I was just due, who knows. But yesterday was indeed very different. I arranged my paperwork on the kitchen table and walked to the door to see what I'd be missing today. Lo and behold, there in the driveway was a potential buyer waiting for me to "open". That was different. I almost asked her if she was lost or if she was just a nosey neighbor. Turns out she saw the advertising and really wanted to see the home. Wow. It didn't stop there either, a total of 7 different groups visited and 4 of them are serious, genuine buyers. Doing some quick Math, I realized that since there was only 1 home to sell the 4 different buyers, I have to find some more houses quick (-;

What a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon!