SOLD!

I sold my contract! I'd like to think it was due in large part to my incredible skills as a saleswoman. Getting dressed up, playing hip music in the kitchen, emphasizing it's a popular neighborhood but a quiet house, took care of business basically.

I was feeling a little nervous right before I found out it sold. Do I even want to sell it? I love living here. My ward is awesome, I have a few really close friends two steps away, there are tons of bangin' hotties (isn't that what the kids are saying these days?)

And what if my job becomes my life? Will the boys I nanny always be in my space? Will they come downstairs to me when they have a nightmare instead of mom and dad? Will the parents suddenly be leaving on the weekends and expecting me to pick up the slack, an extra 20 hours every week?

Then, on my way to Sacramento for a spring break visit, I got the call from my landlady that it had officially sold. The first thing I felt was relief. No more rent. No more dealing with my landlady ( who is nice, but sort of unreliable when it comes to repairs.)

No more trying to get the internet to work in my room! No more roommates who hate me (one upstairs sort of had a problem with me...long story.) No more being kept awake by crazy party neighbors.

Honestly, I love my job. The boys I watch are fun, hilarious, and very respectful. The dad even told me the other day that they will clean out a bunch of storage downstairs so I can "ignore [them] whenever." Hahahah.

If it wasn't my own basement apartment with a separate entrance, I wouldn't consider it. But as it stands, it seems like it's going to work out juuuust fine.

I hope this post doesn't jinx it.