We went out of town today and are staying out of town until tomorrow night because there's an open house happening at our apartment. This way, we keep the place pristine for the open house. (I have been told, in so many words, that the dark spirits of real estate become angered when they see signs of actual living at a property for sale.) It was also suggested that it will keep us from freaking out about the process.
It helped with that only partially, as I got texts from multiple people about issues with it this morning. Each text freaked me out. This whole apartment selling thing is unfortunately very stressful. Even though we know logically we've done everything we reasonably could, and this part is mostly out of our hands, we can't rationalize ourselves into relaxation because so much is at stake.
One of the goals of selling our place so we can move somewhere else is to live a tiny bit more like a Neko Atsume
cat that Katt told me about whose attitude is described on its profile as "Slow Life."
We were thinking just now: who knows what Slow Life (the cat's actual name is something else, but I'm just going to call it Slow Life) really had to go through to end up living her Slow Life? She may have had to withstand through mountains of stress to end up at her current enviable position.
Later in the day, though, we faced different kinds of stress: Katt's phone ran out of charge, and mine got down to 2%, and we were counting on maps apps to get us to various locations in the valley.
But we thought of this and brought an external backup battery!
But to connect the backup battery to the phones, we needed a USB 2 to lightning cable.
That cable was on our packing list, so when we got to our first destination in Amherst, I searched for it. But I couldn't find it.
Meanwhile, our son really needed to go to the bathroom.
So, Katt tried to get my phone to map the way to the place we were going to stay for the night (it was not loading directions for some reason), while I walked the guy around downtown, looking for a place with a bathroom.
Fortunately, we found a coffee shop after few hundred feet, which had a restroom. I tried to buy a baked good, but they were all made in a mixed-use kitchen with tree nuts, which the guy is allergic to.
Still, a barista was happy to give us directions, which were straightforward, even for me. Then, later after we had gone to the kids' bookstore, walked around Florence, and got some pizza, Katt found the cable.
Having these other stresses — bathroom, phone charge, and navigation — actually acted as a kind of relief from the real estate stress.
And by late afternoon, our texts were from our friends showing our cats acclimating to their temporary home. (They're taking our cats in for a few days to get them out of the way of the showings. Cats do not like change, but our friends are seasoned cat fosterers, so things seem to be going as well as they could for the cats.)
It is so remarkable that I am now not stressed for a moment, that I had to write this long post about it!