The housing slump hits our little market
Thanks to everyone who responded to this post with their own stories about selling a house.
We had our first showings Sunday night and Monday night. In all, three families have been through our house.
And no contract yet. Talk about a slow housing market.
I'm kidding. I know it takes time.
The funny thing is, we've moved so much of our junk to storage and have spiffed this place up so well that we're walking around thinking, "This house is really nice. We really love it here. Why are we moving again?"
Yesterday I called and booked the movers. This will be our first "grownup" move, meaning someone else is coming to lug our goofy amounts of stuff. Our previous moves have been handled by me and a few of my buddies with large trucks.
The date we've set for the move is probably a little too aggressive, but we have out-of-town travel commitments later in the summer which make the date we've chosen the only realistic option.
The Wife has been packing like a wild woman. You know the "nesting" instinct they say women get when they're pregnant? She's got a mad case of reverse nesting, so every night when I get home from work, there are entire rooms loaded into boxes and ready for me to cart off to storage.
She's a good one.
The realtor hasn't told us about any more showings on the horizon, but judging by how convenient the previous three have been, I'd say we're due for one right in the middle of nap time or dinner time. That's just how it works.
We had our first showings Sunday night and Monday night. In all, three families have been through our house.
And no contract yet. Talk about a slow housing market.
I'm kidding. I know it takes time.
The funny thing is, we've moved so much of our junk to storage and have spiffed this place up so well that we're walking around thinking, "This house is really nice. We really love it here. Why are we moving again?"
Yesterday I called and booked the movers. This will be our first "grownup" move, meaning someone else is coming to lug our goofy amounts of stuff. Our previous moves have been handled by me and a few of my buddies with large trucks.
The date we've set for the move is probably a little too aggressive, but we have out-of-town travel commitments later in the summer which make the date we've chosen the only realistic option.
The Wife has been packing like a wild woman. You know the "nesting" instinct they say women get when they're pregnant? She's got a mad case of reverse nesting, so every night when I get home from work, there are entire rooms loaded into boxes and ready for me to cart off to storage.
She's a good one.
The realtor hasn't told us about any more showings on the horizon, but judging by how convenient the previous three have been, I'd say we're due for one right in the middle of nap time or dinner time. That's just how it works.
posted by Leighton @ My Best Investments at
3:31 AM
5 Comments:
Preach the word, brother.
Being in a slow-as-molasses market, we've had four or five house showings since November '98.
I mean, November '06.
So I feel your pain.
And congrats to your wife. I'm not packing yet, but I'm in an organizing "why should I move this when I haven't used it in four years" frenzy. (Plus, I'm pregnant. It's a wicked combination.)
Hang in there. It's great that you're getting showings - because as far as I can tell, that makes you immediately different from about 85% of the people with houses on the market right now.
And until it sells, you get to live in a showplace. It's a win-win. :-)
You can count on the showings during naptime!
Oh yeah. My favorite realtor calls were a) when they sit in the car at the curb in front of your house and call from their cell phone to see if they can come in RIGHT NOW. and b) when they call and interrupt everything, you get children up from naps and into car and drive around for a half hour and come home to a message from the once-urgent realtor that they decided not to come after all. and finally, c) they knock on the door and then immediately begin using the lock box key to come in the house before you've actually had time to get to the door to answer it. This happened to my mom. While she was home alone and in the bathtub.
Yeah. Those are fun times. Sometimes I think realtors forget that real people live inside the walls of houses that are for sale.
I hope it sells soon!
My 9 year old son danced "London Bridges by Fergie" - for his Hip Hop class. It's a fun song and I've grown to really like it. Funny story about downloading the "explicit" version :)
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