I must have set myself up for this low, as I was feeling quite good about things earlier in the week. But I’m feeling sorta crappy, as none of my expectations have really materialized.
Mark, our selling agent, is a few days behind in doing some things he said he would. The lock-box was supposed to go on the house Thursday, but now won’t until Saturday. And he expected to start getting showings in the house today, but it doesn’t seem to be fully in MLS yet. This delays everything by a few days, although people should still see it in time to have a good turnout for the open house. Regardless, things aren’t moving at the pace I expected (however unreasonable my expectated pace was).
I had what I thought was an interested buyer in my car. He and his wife came to view the car on Thursday, and I drove them around (as they have no insurance). They seemed quite taken with the car, and kept remarking on its great condition. Either he was too nice to be honest, or he really liked it (I thought the latter). But they said they’d call that night and I still haven’t heard anything. Damn, I wonder what happened? Could I really have misread their interest that badly?
I agreed to use Mayflower as my moving company yesterday. Tanya has offered to manage the contract and paperwork, so that is somewhat of a relief. But I heard from a co-worker at work today that Mayflower completely botched their move out here. I took that with a grain of salt, as the move is so multi-factorial, but it is still uncomforting information.
Generally, I’m feeling like a pretty lonely soul right now. This house is like a cave and I don’t really have alternative places to locate myself. I’m not feeling all that energized about the move, I feel like I’ll just be relocating my depressed ass. Oh well, at least I can recognize that I’m being self-indulgent in my doldrums. In a few days things will be better I’m sure. And soon thereafter, I’ll be outta here and starting a whole new experience.
A saving grace is that Rodrigo and I might get together on Sunday. I haven’t seen him in ages, and this would be a farewell of sorts. We haven’t figured out what to do yet, maybe go watch the Tour de San Francisco, but that sounds rather dull. He had expressed an interest in coming over to see the house, so maybe we’ll do something in the East Bay. Who knows.
I found out today that I am expected to take my work computer on the plane with me. They’d be willing to pay for an extra bag so I’d still be able to take 2 suitcases if I like. But this seems like a pain to me. Oh well, me and my dislike of the unexpected.
Also, I haven’t been getting much mail lately, only Netflix actually. I turned in my mail forwarding card last week, so now I’m worried that it has kicked in prematurely. This is bad, as it would all be going to a mailbox in North Carolina that is still in use. I should have received my credit card statement by now, me thinks. How could all of my junkmail have just disappeared? I’ll have to call the USPS tomorrow. 
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