The WDLD house is on the market on Tuesday, and we wade through the process of not knowing where it will lead. We focus today on putting things away, planting and organizing for the housewalkers and lookyloos that we do not know.
What makes the house a home is slowly being packed up and put in storage. Maybe it's just as well for a physical dawning of disconnecting so the emotional dawning will follow.
Once bidders look and like and bid, and the normal offers come around and are signed, it heads to the bank who is the real decisionmaker. It could take months, or weeks, or more, depending on what the bank decides.
People continually ask, where will you live? We have no idea. We have no choice in any of the things a seller typically chooses: who, what, when, and how. There are opinions of course about how it will work, but each situation is different and so no one really knows.
Now that the Wall of Fame is down, we at least don't have family faces smiling down at us over a dinner where we are discussing the best way to pass off the home they love.
We'll figure it out. Our prayers are not asking to be given the house, but for patience and peace in the process, and a fair resolution that can help move the house from our loving hands to their loving hands. It would be easier all around if we knew at least that.
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