After 3 weeks of painting and primping, contractors and handymen, my home is finally ready to be listed. The signs are up in the front yard, flyers are done, it's official.
I've done the For Sale By Owner thing
twice before, that's where the anxiety comes in.
It's really tough-even with a
retired realtor mom coaching me.
The pain? Well that is purely physical. I'd turn around to say hello to you, but I can't move my neck after painting the bathroom ceiling. Why does my 47 year old self think that she can do the things that she could 20 or even 10 years ago?
Ouch! Another 800 ibuprofen please.
The tears come in from the overall frustration
of wanting something so much
(the new dream home that is probably
just a tad out of my reach)
and the reality of trying to sell a home
for top dollar in a market that is
still trying to recover.
So here is my darling family/dining area.
I am going to relax in my recliner and
spend the day binge watching MadMen
and alternating heat and ice.
Here's to a buyer with a lot of cash
and a speedy escrow.