Well, it’s been an exhausting back and forth during this “due diligence” period, with more than a couple of extensions on that two week window. But tonight, all that financial ping pong has come to a close. We have a binding agreement to sell our home.

So why do I feel so grumpy?

I guess the truth is: for all of my emphasis on living simply and reducing excess, I am not immune from thinking we should have gotten more.

I know that compared to many people who have sold a home in the past few years, we are in good shape. So maybe it’s just a species of greed. Or maybe it’s something else–a different kind of insecurity, driven less by the desire to have more–and more by the fear that somehow, someway, someone is getting the best of me.

And I know that objectively, we have come to a fair agreement. Each party has made a good faith effort to reach a point of mutual compromise. But that doesn’t necessarily dispel that lingering feeling.

So I’m feeling the feeling. But now it’s time to move on.

So for the rest of tonight, I think I will try to focus on the agreement, and less on what my head tells me should have been acceptable terms.