I call up the realtors.
My next step involves trying to anticipate the market value of my house, but more specifically, the market value that a bankruptcy court might place on it. For the first time, a high value is bad. If the market value has gone up too much in the last year and a half, I’m at risk of being forced to sell if I file bankruptcy, which defeats everything I’m trying to do here, which is stay put.
Talking with the realtors feels like swimming with sharks with a fresh cut. The feign calmness and politeness, but with the scent of your blood in their nostrils, they have trouble controlling their excitement. Twelve acres right on the edge of town. A couple more phone calls and I could have the water frothing.
Tomorrow the first one arrives to give his assessment. We will see.
And school begins again for the boy on Tuesday. Fourth grade and a new school across town. Fun and adventure, anxiety and apprehension. We will see.