update

I cleaned my house to within an inch of its life today because the realtor was coming to look at it and help us set a price. It's a really fucking depressing process because my house is awesome - it is the very essence of South Austin - the place everyone comes to party and the first place people think of when they have nowhere else to go. It is an extension of my personality, and I feel like it is perfectly embodied in this song by The Mountain Goats:

This does not make it particularly "saleable." I need to paint fucking EVERYTHING, and fix all the things that, as a lifelong DIYer I of course WOULD FIX if I had the money and time. I do not. That would be why I am selling it. I have poured ten years of my life in, and I am exhausted.

Also, I have an interview with the school in India at 6am. I have no clue what they will be asking. Wish me luck?