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well, as of today, our house in pittsburgh is officially on the market. J has been there all week - and i have been in a living, torturous hell trying to parent solo - finishing up stuff to get it ready. the market is horrible, and we decided not to go as low as the realtor wanted - after looking at other houses in the neighborhood, her number just seemed too low - but it's a great house. and we really can't afford rent here and the mortgage there. so it would be good if it could sell quickly.
now i guess we really have to hope that J doesn't actually get the tenure-track job that just opened up in his department at pitt. it sounds like his research overlaps too much with that of his Very Useless Advisor, so it's unlikely he'll even get an interview. but, it would really suck to sell the house and find out that he might be in contention for it.
funny, when this day finally came, i thought i would feel relieved, happy, or something other than what i'm feeling. and that's sad and a little depressed over the finality of it all.
UPDATE: on the final walk-through, after the house had been worked on and cleaned really well, the realtor was very complimentary about the house and the price we insisted on. she quite liked the hardwood floors, which i find hilarious, because we refinished them all by hand ourselves with a tiny belt sander and you can definitely tell they're not a professional job. oh, and i guess the guy next door is really interested in it, especially after J gave him a tour of the inside. their house is a lot smaller than ours (the one to the right in the photo) and they paid a lot more than we did. he loves the neighborhood and thinks our asking price is actually quite a bargain. that would be really funny if they bought it.
now i guess we really have to hope that J doesn't actually get the tenure-track job that just opened up in his department at pitt. it sounds like his research overlaps too much with that of his Very Useless Advisor, so it's unlikely he'll even get an interview. but, it would really suck to sell the house and find out that he might be in contention for it.
funny, when this day finally came, i thought i would feel relieved, happy, or something other than what i'm feeling. and that's sad and a little depressed over the finality of it all.
UPDATE: on the final walk-through, after the house had been worked on and cleaned really well, the realtor was very complimentary about the house and the price we insisted on. she quite liked the hardwood floors, which i find hilarious, because we refinished them all by hand ourselves with a tiny belt sander and you can definitely tell they're not a professional job. oh, and i guess the guy next door is really interested in it, especially after J gave him a tour of the inside. their house is a lot smaller than ours (the one to the right in the photo) and they paid a lot more than we did. he loves the neighborhood and thinks our asking price is actually quite a bargain. that would be really funny if they bought it.