if at first you don't succeed

The house is on the market (again) ...

And (again) I'm filled with an optimistic attitude that it is going to happen.

Someone is going to come along and want to buy our house.

We are going to move.

This time it will be different!

We are (Really! Truly!) going to sell our house.

Sure, in the back of my mind, I know that there is a lot more to it than that.

So many things must fall in to place ... The most important being an interested party.

So many things must go right.

The housing market (especially in the Cleveland area) is a mess, so if the house sells at all we'll be taking a loss ...

And then we'll have to find a new house (that has all of the things we want and fits into our tight budget) someplace else.

All while dealing with an infant.

And a toddler adjusting to a whole new family dynamic (and dealing with an infant).

If I stop to really think about it, to fully and completely digest the entire situation, it is a big undertaking.

Looming.

Stressful.

Potentially problematic.

Yet I'm strangely (calmly) optimistic about the whole thing.

What is meant to be, will be.

It is out of my hands.

The house is on the market (again).

We are going to sell our house.