We moved to Kamloops almost seven years ago in the midst of what was a very stressful, unhappy time in our family's life. Kamloops has been exactly the right place to be in the ensuing years. Rebekah, Alexandra, and currently David have been able to pursue post-secondary education through the university here. Kellen and Anita would never have met if we hadn't been living here, and I can't imagine our family without Anita being a part of it. I have met several lovely woman I have become friends with over the course of my time here as well. We have shared walks, and talks, and copious cups of tea/coffee while knitting away at the local Starbucks. But...
- Our house is way too big for two people. David is planning to move out this summer, but even with him home there is a lot of unused space.
- I would love to get rid of Stuff. Realistically, this is not going to happen until we are forced into action.
- I miss green. There is a certain beauty to the sage brush and sand hills I am surrounded by in this desert climate, but mountains and green forests are what resonate with my soul.
- This final point is huge. I would like to live somewhere that allows me to be able to drive to my kids' homes in a few hours. As my kids sort and sift and settle, it is becoming clear Kamloops is not going to meet that criteria. I want to see my kids more often than once or twice a year.
So now we enter an unenviable season of life - trying to sell our house. Our past attempts to sell houses remind me a lot of my attempts at lace knitting. Both have been dismal experiences that would make a short stint in Hell seem like a holiday in comparison. My first horrible task will be choosing a realtor. Is a good choice even possible? The one I think will do the best job (she is the top realtor in Kamloops) was wearing so much perfume that by the time she left I had a splitting headache. The unscented realtor is very nice, but she doesn't have nearly as many sales as the smelly one.
Then we will have to face the disruption of having our house shown to complete strangers. This will mean keeping it clean and tidy and looking like it doesn't hold Stuff that belongs to various kids, kids-in-law, and Jay. (My stash, of course, doesn't count as Stuff.) Even more difficult will be making it look like it doesn't hold Fergus. If you happen to know someone who would like a nice family home in Kamloops, complete with two garden boxes, two apple trees and some really awful appliances, please send them our way. It will save me having to choose a realtor!
This is a total coincidence, but I am currently having yet another go at lace knitting. This is the start of the Northmavine Hap, a pattern from Colours of Shetland by Kate Davies. In what has been a complete and welcome surprise to me, I am actually enjoying the process this time around. I have made one mistake so far (I didn't change colours when I should have, but I can live with it).
I wish there was some way my current success at lace knitting could translate into success selling this house. But even if we aren't able to sell, I won't count the whole experience as a loss. Finally, after repeated requests and several weeks of no action, David has moved his leg off the shoe rack after I pointed out loose limbs probably weren't going to be a selling feature.