So.
I have a meeting tomorrow with someone who might want to buy my real estate portfolio.
Which should be great news. Let's call them Paula, Paula Flowers.
Because once it sells, I've officially become the wind. The Fullmetal Alchemist. To travel, eat questionable airport sushi, and finally live out a little main character energy.
But of course… I had to go full “artiste” on them.
See, they were likely going to make an offer, but only after suggesting I slash the price.
Well, If I can't have the money, then at least I will eat my pie. (See last blog for context)
And instead of nodding politely like a normal adult, I basically said:
“Actually, the pricing is a vibe. A story. A poetic masterpiece, really. The listing is my canvas. And you want me to scribble all over it just to make your math work?”
Then I told them if they are going to make an offer, it better be based on the original price, before Pi and all, or I’m taking this show to market the way I planned, description, drama, a grin from ear to ear.
So yeah.
Pros:
– I stayed true to myself.
– I defended the sacred honor of my Zillow poetry.
Cons:
– I may have just delayed my travel plans… to fight for money I already emotionally said goodbye to.
– I won't be swallowing my pride tomorrow. Even if there are betters story's to write. (But maybe if the offer is halfway decent)
In either case, good. More growth for me.
Wish me luck tomorrow. Or don’t. I’ll probably romanticize the chaos either way.
Unlike 13 Reasons Why, I won’t get banned for my version of romanticizing.
Yet.
General Surgeon Warning:
If you or anyone you know is romanticizing 13 Reasons Why, DO NOT consult with an UNLICENSED therapist.
Roll with the punches, sweetheart.
And for heavens sake, when Paula Flowers calls, let them in.