It's official.
After a few months of attempting to sell our house by owner, we decided to list it with a realtor last week. The sign is in the yard and everything. And after our first showing turned into a same-day 2nd showing, it turns out we made the right decision.
Having a real big-boy house for sale is just another thing that reminds me how "grown up" life has become. I say life has grown up because, well, I clearly haven't. I mean, in some ways I have, but even when caring for our little angel and her double ear infections, meeting with a financial advisor, racing off to work and doing everything I can to be a dutiful husband, I still can't help but feel like a 12 year-old kid whose stress level is equivalent to his record in Madden Football.
Although the stresses today are a bit more real and life-altering, I can't help but bask in my surroundings. The more crazy life becomes the more I appreciate having someone so wonderful to go through it all with.
Blessings,
Adam
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