Recently I have convinced Dylon that we need to move into town. We put our house on the market a couple weeks ago and are anxiously awaiting its sell. For those of you who don't know, we live approximately forty minutes out of real civilization in a small town of about four hundred people. Its beautiful here and when I stop to think about it, I understand why we chose to move in a couple years ago. However, with where we are in life right now, we *mostly I* NEED out.
Its nights like tonight that it becomes ever so evident how very badly I want to move. I worked today until 9:30 p.m., picked up Aria from my moms, had dinner there, and by 10:30 started my nightly track into the middle of nowhere. That in itself brings out the worry wart in me. Its so late, and there are so many animals and drunk drivers out during that time that I'm surprised I haven't had an incident yet. Tonight was even more nerve wracking than that. About halfway home we ran into some serious flash flood rain. With my windshield wipers going full speed and driving a maximum of 25 mph I was STILL swerving and couldn't see.
Oh and did I mention that my phone was dead and I had forgotten my charger at work??? Typical.
Agh! Let me tell you what, there is nothing more scary than treacherously driving alone with a little baby in the middle of the desert at eleven o'clock at night with no form of communication. It legitimately hurt my soul.
Once we got home I had to run through the darkness of doom *my porch light was off, go figure* as fast as humanly possible to get the doors propped open and prepared to bring Aria in the house. All the while having scary images of us getting hit by lightning running through my head. Seriously guys, the lighting was so close that every time it would strike I would see spots for a second because of the brightness. Anyway, after propping the doors I fly back out to the car, haphazardly throw a blanket over the car seat and take off running inside. By the time we make it in, the blanket has flown off into oblivion, we both look like we just jumped in a pool, and Aria is screaming bloody murder.
On the plus side, after a good change of clothes, and a solid half hour of rocking a traumatized baby back to sleep, life is back into its normal rhythm. Still, its nights like these that I KNOW our decision to move to town is the right one. The drive is just too far, and Miss Aria and I are so alone that it makes me sick with worry. We may be inside now, but there is still a flash flood going on outside, there is still lightning too close for comfort. If something bad were to happen any hosptals, cops, family, or friends are back in town. And with Dylon working in Nebraska for two weeks every month its just not good.
I swear really am a strong person. I know the answer to "what if something bad happened" would be I would handle it alone. Ill always handle it, but I don't particularly want to have to...
So my question of the day is: What tips would you give to someone getting their house ready to show/sell? I want to do this, and I want to do it right! Share your knowledge! Anyway, if the power goes out tonight I'm going to spontaneously combust. Wish me luck! Good night everyone!
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