We are becalmed*, waiting for the wind to rise again and move us ahead. After a long flurry of activity and self-propelled forward motion, we are suddenly at what feels like a standstill.
We did everything we thought we should do: prepared the house, waited until we had it on the market to house-hunt with real intention, fluffed it up to perfection before every showing. When we dropped the price the 2nd time, we were so certain we would have a quick sale that we made an offer on River House.
Since then - silence. Stillness. We are waiting. And wishing** for the wind.
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