We were right on schedule.

I love the Internet! Really. I think it is the coolest thing ever! I am in awe of so much knowledge and discovery at can be found at my finger tips. When I was pregnant with out last child, I lived on Pinterest. It literally kept me sane. There is something so comforting about escaping into another world and discovering what everyone else does with their pallets. I will never just throw out a pallet again. It must first be reviewed and admired for its potential as coffee table or green house. And trust me working where pallets are a daily visual is like a drug addict working at Rite Aid.

So it was clear where I would spend my time when I wasn't packing. Or cleaning that space in the oven between the glass door that you can only get to with a metal hanger expanded to look like Captain Hook's anorexic hook. THE INTERNET.

First thing first- we needed to be out there for people to find us! Sell this house. I wanted analytics and tracking and social statistics on who was looking at our posted home. And I found it. A site that had our house posted on it, featured even. If you scrolled down to the end of the post, there was even a count of how many views! Holy shit, that's what I was looking for. STATS. So in typical Amber fashion, I went on it three (or ten) times a day to decode the best times of day to look at stats and a find the most popular days for home shopping. The site had every one's home that was also for sale so I had equal access  to the competition. It was like crack.

I also got weekly updates from our realtor's assistant. She sent cute emails on Wednesday complete with a :-). If she was late I got nervous. Were they trying to find something to tell me?

"Sorry, no hits this week, but don't worry".  Yes, they were.

Because we got little traffic. We insisted on an open house. As a past retail manager I understood how important it was to get out there in people's faces. Use social media, balloons and fresh flowers flanked with grandmas cookies. NO ONE came!

Finally we had a showing and the response was great, they loved it...we were their second choice. What? Why? As if!

Weeks go by and again nothing. Aging in typical Amber fashion I had concluded that all we had read about the market was true and we were doomed. We were not going to sell this house. It had been an enormousness of 45 days. I may have been a bit dramatic.

I had planted my St. Joseph. Said my prayers and promised to tell everyone how thankful I was for his help when he gave it. I really hoped he would find a family who would love our home and grow with it as we did.

In typical Ryan fashion, he made it into a bet. If we sell within the contracted six months, he would get four weekends in a row for golfing. If we didn't sell, I got 24 hours out of the house- out of contact to do with what ever I wanted to do.

We had a showing. We got an offer. really Ryan? Right again?

64 days. We were right on schedule. I love it when a plan comes together.