Dear Mom,

Sunday was the first Open House. It went really well. Auntie said people were there all day and someone made an offer at the end of it all... above asking price... which was sort of a surprise.

Some difficult aspects of all of this are the obvious ones: packing up all of your little things to tidy up the house for a band strangers was strange, B taking zero initiative to clean or pack up until the last minute and even then doing as little as possible, not having anywhere to go while the house was filled with strangers.

Also, Bev drove by without stopping even though there were about ten people out front for the Open House. When I called her (twice) she didn't answer and when she finally called be back she lied about driving by and then after admitting that she, in fact, did drive by said she didn't see anyone out front so she didn't stop. I have always known that she has a tendency to avoid the truth but I was not ready to have her lie to me about something so ridiculously trivial. 

What a strange day. 

I ended up taking an earlier flight home (five hours earlier) because I had no where to go. 

It looks like the house will sell easily. I am so glad. I think it would make you happy but I still would rather you were here.

I miss you.

Love,

Nicole