Life with Realtors

Although it is only our 2nd day of officially being on the market I am already growing weary. There is something about the combination of a clean home and an active one year old that isn't quite gelling. Jerry and I are hovering shadows; watching Ella's every move. Constantly picking up half digested grapes, lunch meat, Kleenex and the like. I laugh that never in my life have I cleaned so much and had the house so dirty. Living in our house at the moment is a bit surreal. It doesn't even seem like it belongs to us anymore. We sit on our couch in our newly staged home and look over at our fireplace and it's advertisements created by the realtor, "Cozy up with a wood-burning fireplace". It's almost like we should take the hint and build a fire. Truth be told, we only did it once. The hassle of clean up outweighed any romantic notions of a cozy fire.
I've started my co-dependent, roller coaster ride of a relationship with homes on the market. I've started falling in and out of love with a variety of locations and houses. I've weighed the pros and cons of neighborhoods, space, school districts, price and land. Do I opt of the postage sized home and yard, landlocked town with neighbors that think and act like me or move to the sprawling greens of the western suburbs and risk having a neighbor that voted for you know who? So much to consider. I rest assured that no matter what we select we will make it our home and make every effort to expose our little Ella to whatever it is she is missing, be it open space or the Democratic party.