The good: We are sufficiently satisfied with the price we will be paying for The (New) House. It's kind of a relief to be under contract and not have to stress about somebody else finding it. (Of course, "will be paying" is totally and completely contingent on the inspection report coming to us rose-scented and major drama-free.)
The bad: We will forever wonder how low we could have gone. We settled at Punk-Ass Kids-with-Pants-at-Their-Crack levels, but didn't quite go to Pants-Have-Fallen-to-the-Knees-and-the-Moon-is-Out levels.

The good: The townhouse we currently live in has technically been on the market for less than 24 hours, but we've already had two people come to look at it.
The bad: OMG. There have been strangers in my house. Touching my stuff. TOUCHING MY SHOWER CURTAIN. I stand nekkid behind that shower curtain. EEEK!

The good: There was water spouting from places water is not supposed to spout over at The (New) House.
The REALLY good: We knew there was a problem and just effectively worked around that whole As-Is clause, without spending a penny.
The bad: There are more holes in the walls now. I'm thinking we'll just use them as ball returns when we make the dining room a bowling alley.

The good: Thanks to the miracle of storage sheds, there is nothing in this house that can be messed up. Keeping it clean and tidy while it's on the market has thus far been not all that hard. (She sayeth after a mere 24 hours, thereby assuring that tonight the dogs and cats will throw a rave in the living room.)
The bad: Alexis has nothing to do except to continuously take inventory of that which is already packed up and over at storage. "Where's my pink computer?" "Where's my piano?" "Where's my Pooh cards?" "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE WITH ALL MY STUFF, YOU MORON?"

The good: Alexis has actually been pretty OK with her stuff disappearing, once I started explaining that it was all headed to The (New) House. She has even helped me pack up all her crap.
The bad: Guess who takes breaks in her inventory taking to ask if she can go to The (New) House? Over and over and over and over. When I finally asked her why she wanted to go over there, she replied, "I wanna go see my stuff." Nice.

The good: We still have eight more weeks to sell the townhouse since our close date on the other place isn't until the end of July.
The bad: We still have eight more weeks of listening to Alexis beg to go to The (New) House. Repeatedly.

The good: The master bedroom looks damn good, if I do say so myself. It's the one room in this townhouse that we never really did anything to, and we spent the entire weekend painting, caulking, patching, and making it purdy. It's kinda fun seeing it all put together.
The bad: There is nothing worse for damaging the sanctity of your marriage than spending three days solid working on a room. Together. There might have been cussing involved. A lot. And maybe sporks.

The good: I kinda think we might actually end up moving into a bigger place in a few months.
The bad: I kinda think we might actually end up moving into a bigger place in a few months.