Packing and Procrastinating

Thank god it's rerun season on the boob tube. If it wasn't, I'd never get this house cleaned. Here's an update on the moving plans.

One realtor came and did a market analysis on the house. It was the realtor who I used when looking for my house over 6 years ago. She was nice - talked for toooooo long, and gave me a lower estimate of what I could sell the place for than I had hoped. Then, she said she would put me in touch with a realtor in Boston and also set me up on her company site to get listings in Boston emailed to me. She didn't do either of those things, and it's been almost a month. I haven't heard from her. Now, I'm taking a break from tidying up the joint for the second realtor to come over and do an analysis. I'm more optimistic about this one. She was really nice on the phone and came recommended. Plus, she's about my age, which is kind of nice.

I am going into JP on Friday to meet with a real estate agent recommended by my brother. So far, I like him. He's responsive, informative, and set me up on the MLS site to get listings mailed to me.

The house will hopefully be on the market soon. A crochety old man at work gave me a hard time the other day. He totally burst my bubble by saying "OH, it's going to take a really long time to sell that house. The market is really bad." What a jerk. This afternoon, he asked me if the house was sold yet and then acted surprised when I said no. Sigh. Why do I share personal things at work? It often comes to no good.

One of the things I am most looking forward to about moving is that I won't have so much space to think about. I won't feel lonely in a huge place, but I also will have a smaller space to keep clean. As it is now, I always feel like there is something to do, either inside or out in the yard. I am SO sick of thinking about the yard. Shoveling, paying my brother to mow the lawn, all that crap. TOO MUCH. And the junk mail. It's out of control. I'm wondering if I will stop getting all the junk mail for a while.

I just saw a segment of Chronicle talking up East Boston. Am I picking the wrong place to live? I keep second-guessing myself. But, I think it will all work out in the end.