Not a recommended way to live.
Because things happen to say-
Hey, it's not working for you.
See - you failed.
Like we already didn't know.
These came about a year ago. We chose a realtor who didn't really market our home. Just put it on the list and that was about it.
Put the house on the market in November.
We knew better, but oh well- people were moving to OKC- chance to sell! Let's move on it.
Failed to sell.
Found a new realtor.
Marathon house prepping days.
Back on Market in March.
Offer in April (I think).
If I ever go through that again,
No will be my new answer.
No, it's not convenient for you to show the house 14 times (exaggerated a bit) in a week to all your people and then after a dozen inspections threaten to pull out of the deal a week before close because you just realized something wasn't the way you wanted.
Old pushy realtors shouldn't bully young new realtors.
It's just wrong.
But, after the fail, came the sale.
Glad to be over this stage & letting go of the negative feelings that went along with those few weeks.
But, the USPS didn't forward our mail like they were supposed to.
Gave new owners email address & was a regular visitor to our old home for "pick up."
And all the church boxes that were sent to old address were quite a joy to pick up - especially the entire 2014 curriculum. Joy. Just glad it wasn't storming that day or we'd have some soggy spiritual lessons this year.
And then sometime before Christmas, we got and email from our realtor the 2nd and calls from friends asking if we'd been by the house lately.
And then I went.
And there was a great big monstrous for sale sign in the front yard.
So that bring us to now.
A new month in a new year.
And that house has a new set of new owners.
Our buyers put it on the market in November last year.
They closed with their buyer in January.
They didn't fail to sell.
So now I think I will take a bunch on "please forward to..." labels over to the new, new people living there and finally let go.
Feeling angsty tonight.
Went through all that with a smile on my face, but for some reason, it's really bugging me now. Maybe getting it out will help heal.
That and moving on with our new project!
That makes me happy.