The alternate title of this post is "The reason I stopped blogging."
Why? Because we listed our house for sale. Less than a week later, we had an open house. TWO DAYS LATER, we recieved two offers. And still had people wanting to see the house.
We accepted an offer, made an offer on another house, and moved.
Time elapsed: 39 days.
Stress level: Very, very high.
However, we now have a lovely new-to-us house in an area we like. All of our stuff seems to have made it. The dogs are settled. I now know how to install a vapor barrier (a skill that could come in handy, given the economy and the state of my company's finances).
Showing posts with label real estate. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 4, 2009
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
House selling - and buying
How's this for domestic?
We're trying to sell our house. And, of course, buy a new one.
It's still amazing to me that I am old enough to a) own a house; and b) sell a house that I own. I'm a twentysomething - shouldn't I be in some tiny miserable apartment in a city?
Oh well. In any case, selling a house is a hell of a lot harder than it looks on HGTV. Sure, I've watched "Designed to Sell" and thought, duh. Those homeowners are just stupid. Clean up the crap, paint over the hot-pink walls, and fix the gaping hole in the floor/ceiling/wall. As it turns out, most fixes take more than 30 minutes.
So far in this venture, we've installed flooring and trim, painted, packed and cleaned cleaned cleaned. It may not sound like much, but the house looks WAY better than it did when I first walked into a realtor's office and said, "We're thinking about selling our house. How exactly would we do that?"
Which is pretty much what I did.
Fortunately, my ignorance and blind faith in the real estate gods led us to Edna, our super-agent. She took our case – I mean house – and told us how to make it a winner.
It worked.
Our first open house drew a surprising amount of interest (even in this market), and we are awaiting an offer. I'm psyched. With any luck, we will soon be moving to a cute college town much larger than the one in which we currently reside (read: more exciting). And the house we have our eye on is still for sale.
Holy moly. I'm on the verge of being a NOT first-time home buyer or seller.
We're trying to sell our house. And, of course, buy a new one.
It's still amazing to me that I am old enough to a) own a house; and b) sell a house that I own. I'm a twentysomething - shouldn't I be in some tiny miserable apartment in a city?
Oh well. In any case, selling a house is a hell of a lot harder than it looks on HGTV. Sure, I've watched "Designed to Sell" and thought, duh. Those homeowners are just stupid. Clean up the crap, paint over the hot-pink walls, and fix the gaping hole in the floor/ceiling/wall. As it turns out, most fixes take more than 30 minutes.
So far in this venture, we've installed flooring and trim, painted, packed and cleaned cleaned cleaned. It may not sound like much, but the house looks WAY better than it did when I first walked into a realtor's office and said, "We're thinking about selling our house. How exactly would we do that?"
Which is pretty much what I did.
Fortunately, my ignorance and blind faith in the real estate gods led us to Edna, our super-agent. She took our case – I mean house – and told us how to make it a winner.
It worked.
Our first open house drew a surprising amount of interest (even in this market), and we are awaiting an offer. I'm psyched. With any luck, we will soon be moving to a cute college town much larger than the one in which we currently reside (read: more exciting). And the house we have our eye on is still for sale.
Holy moly. I'm on the verge of being a NOT first-time home buyer or seller.
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