October 30, 2015
It was Wednesday evening. I was sitting on the couch still thinking of my master plan when my phone rang.
I looked at the caller id and knew immediately there were not going to be any formalities. No ‘Hi. How are you? How’s Jayla.” We skipped the small talk and always get straight to the point.
“Jade, what are you going to do with the house?”
“Well, I was waiting for you, I spoke with your realtor. I, mean, you know I want to sell it and be done but I’ve been giving you….”
This was a often repeated conversation between my daughter’s father and myself. Shockingly, this time, he said he was no longer trying to buy the property and that I should just put it on the market. This couldn’t have been at a better time. Five years and two houses (it’s a long story) but getting rid of both of them was the goal. The goal at first was to become a homeowner, live in my home, grow old, retire, pass it on…the American Dream. I quickly realized it was not my dream. Over time my houses became my hindrance. I had already sold one of my homes the previous summer and to hear those words, “Just sell it,” was like an instant burden off my shoulders.
I got off the phone with C. and called the realtor that sold my first house. Being that he got that house sold in three weeks I was confident he would be able to do the same with this one. Now, it’s just a matter of waiting.