Where is there clutter?

Really, I would like to know.

I don’t think I’ve shared here yet, but if my life couldn’t get any more stressful, the person who owns the place where I am presently staying has decided to sell. What does that mean for me? Well, for an individual who really doesn’t have a lot of trust in any member of the human race right now, I need to deal with strangers walking through my space up until I move.

I would move out of this place before the place went up for sale in any other circumstance. I would just up and leave, relocating before I ever needed someone walking through my space that I don’t know, in any other circumstance. Stupidly, I only relocated here like two months ago. Stupidly, this was supposed to be my safe-space until I moved provinces. Stupidly, it would be stupid to move again, before I am moving provinces so soon. Stupidly, this entire situation is fucking stupid.

The other day I had a realtor show up at my place and tell me that

  • My house is dull and lacks all decoration and personality
  • My house is dirty
  • My house is cluttered

My house is none of those things. But whatever. She sells real estate, so I am sure she’s speaking from a place of what she tells every fucking client she deals with and she’s sold the person who owns this house on a whole “plan of attack” that involves her getting the most money possible for cleaning and staging and de-cluttering.

I’m getting anxious about having my house, floor plan and pictures that contain all of my things, available online for the world to see.

I’m getting anxious about having strangers walking through my space without me around.

I’m getting anxious about being told to up and leave at a moment’s notice for people to get into my space.

I’m stressed out. I’m stressed out and wondering if there’s really any more stress the world can throw at me this year.

Moving is stressful enough for people selling houses. I’m not even selling my house. I just have to put up with all of this shit for someone else so that I don’t hinder them from being able to sell their place.

8 thoughts on “Where is there clutter?

  1. That is a shitty ass friend you got there. I’m just saying. I don’t blame you. One time while my husband and I were looking for a house, the realtor let us in and someone was sleeping in one of the bedrooms. I felt like such an intruder!! And with the world the way it is right now I get it. I hope things work out so nobody buys the place until you’re ready to go. Hugs

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    1. Oh man, I cannot imagine walking through a place with someone there, let alone sleeping. Someone sleeping in the house would be in such a vulnerable state. Ugh. Home selling is so stressful.

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  2. Sending whatever hugs, love and prayers I’m not using at the moment. It’s a horrible situation, entirely NOT of your making. You will get through this. You are strong and keep on showing it, despite the incredible stress in your life. If you have any spare thoughts, could you please send them this way. We are facing a situation too.

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    1. I’m so sorry to hear this. I’m sending some positive thoughts and love your direction. I hope that things sort themselves out for the good, and very soon. ❤

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    1. Yeah, I actually do have a camera up, because I wanted it up in case my ex ever found me/showed up. I know that’ll help me feel at ease. But also, it’s still nerve wracking.

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  3. I have been here. In 2007, my finances imploded—all my fault-but since then and as of this writing, I have moved at least 16 times. Most of those in a VW Beetle and a U-Haul, of the size I could afford. Most of the places I’ve lived were rented rooms. I cannot tell you the number of times I had to move because the home owner or key renter needed my room, or move because the person I’d moved in with turned out to be psycho. I’ve with two Borderline Personality Dosorders and at least one Narcissistic Personality Disorder, a few hoarders, a food hoarder (currently one of my roommates), who is entitled and does not think she needs to do housework. So, I feel your pain. If I were you, because you feel anxious about your stuff being seen by some unsavory eyes, I would get boxes and take those things and pack them up. Whenever I have to move, I start with the nicknacks—stuff I don’t really need. Pack up rarely used dishes, decide if stuff that’s rarely used is actually needed. Sometimes making lists helps you see what you need and what you can part with, plus you are getting the job organized. Just some friendly suggestions. I wish you luck. Moving absolutely sucks. But, this also could turn out to be leading you to a place where you can really improve your life.🙏🏻❤️‍🩹🍀🍫

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