Two open houses today, better than last week.

1. Condo comparable to ours (sort of). Realtor was fully clothed and professional, although she did mention twice that because her "husband has a job" she doesn't have to work very hard. The condo was vacant, with new paint and carpet, which I was allergic to. Cough, cough, cough *sniffle.*

We determine that it would be better for us to move out and paint, etc. before trying to sell.

2. Craftsman style bungalow house. Brewer went to play poker, so I set off bravely to a different neighborhood, trying to imagine whether or not I could survive there. The house reminded me of a place I lived in Berkeley, except without the hippie & tap dancer roommates. I liked the realtor; she was realistic & nice. Maybe not bossy enough commandeer the situation. I think I'll send Brewer to talk to her.

I guess I'm nervous because while I don't like this place all that much, we've worked it out so it works for us; we could do a lot worse.

(My dad and step-mum have teased me that I am having the first known case of buyers remorse before even buying anything!)