The realtor for utopia had an open house today for realtors. One realtor brought along a client and she, according to my realtor, was very enthusiastic about the house. She wants to bring her husband back in the next couple of weeks. At first I was totally upset since I had been going back and forth in my mind with making summer plans for being in utopia versus being in new town. Naturally, I prefer utopia, but if this enthusiastic woman has an enthusiastic husband, gulp, THE DREAM IS OVER.
If it is possible to be sad and relieved at the same time then that is where I am.
Sad because I was about to roll up my sleeves and fight to keep utopia and relieved because selling utopia would mean some money in the bank and less money pouring out, which is terribly needed right now. A little security is always nice.
Something happened to my physical self about 30 minutes after hearing how happy the wife client was and I'm pretty sure that something was stress leaving my jaw and shoulders. Seriously. I guess I am really letting go. Didn't think I had it in me.