Gulp

Tonight we're signing papers to officially put the old homestead on the market. I hate doing it. I walk to work, my in-laws live across the alley, I love the convenience of Towson. We've been very happy for 8.5 of the 10.5 years we've lived in the house, which is comfy and just the right size and is not without charm.

There are a million reasons moving is impractical. We're ignoring them all and putting our abode on the market in hopes we'll get an offer sufficiently juicy for us to go after some dream houses we've got our eyes on. We figure if we have a contract on our place we'll get more leverage for negotiating a buy, and we'll have a better idea what we'll be able to afford in this suddenly confusing housing market.

Last year a For Sale sign on a house in Towson guaranteed a sale within three days regardless of the asking price. Often contracts would roll in before the sign was even put up. Now, I've watched houses sit for months, and prices have begun to reflect that reality. Fortunately we don't have to sell. We're willing to sit and wait for our price. If we don't get it, we won't sell--frat boys be damned.

Anyone in the market for a four-bedroom place in walking distance to Trader Joe's, B&N, two dozen good restaurants, Towson Town Center, Towson University, etc? A little TLC* and this place could be treasure.

*"TLC" would of course include sound-proofing.