Fat Mogul vs. Real Estate

For the past month, every spare second of my life had been dedicated to one seemingly simple task…cleaning my house.

You see, around the same time, we found a farm about a half hour out of town which we absolutely fell in love with…and so we put in an offer and before you know it, we were buying a farm!  But, of course, that meant we needed to sell our current house, because we’re not Thurston and Eunice Howell.  And that meant we had to do something with the 8+ years of junk we’ve accumulated which was making our house look more like a hoarder’s paradise than, you know, something someone would actually want to buy.

Throw in a hefty amount of fixing the things I’ve been avoiding, painting, and, honestly, I have no clue what else I’ve been up to, and you’ll get a pretty good idea of how much I’ve exhausted myself over the prospect of putting our house up on the market looking as beautifully trussed up as possible so some one might, at some point, be willing to buy it.

And we succeeded!  Although there definitely would have been a few more things we would have liked to take care of, we completed all the things we had on our must-do list as well as a couple of the would-be-nice items, and even though we live in a house with two cats, a fish, and three small children, we left our house Monday morning feeling like it looked pretty darn nice, meaning all we had left to deal with was keeping things looking nice for the next few weeks as people trickled in to look at it and get an idea of whether or not they wanted to buy it.

And we left for our farm to spend a night at the new house while the market started its process.

Now, I’m going to preface the next part of the story by saying how we were fully aware that the market in our area is hot right now.  An old friend of mine called it “gentrification on steroids”.  We had heard stories about the houses being sold in record times.  We had heard about the people who couldn’t get a house in the area because they were just moving too quickly.

But, considering our house was on the market for a year and a half before we bought it, we just assumed we might take a little longer than these other anecdotal properties.

I had warned my boss that I may be working from my van from time to time since working in my home office is generally frowned upon during showings.

We had prepared to hunker down and clean constantly to keep things in as pristine of a condition as we could when living with the zoo we live with.

Instead, I spent all day trying to find cell service on our new property long enough to respond to the text requests for showings happening within hours of listing.  My wife at one point went back to town to pick up the kids from school and grab a couple necessities from the house, only to have to make sure to fit it in the brief period between people who wanted to poke in every corner and inspect every knot in the wood.

And before we went to sleep that night (I’m not entirely certain when due to the aforementioned lack of cell service), we had an offer.

Now, I don’t want to get in to all the gory details of what happened from that point on, as the real estate game is one filled with hard decisions between making sure your sale has the highest chance of going through verses getting all the money you can verses whatever other games might be played between agents and buyers and sellers.  It’s ugly…I hope to never be there again.

But, the bottom line is that a process we expected to take weeks took less than 36 hours.  And now we have a date we have to be out of this house by and, you know, a new person getting excited about moving into the house my kids have grown up in.

But we have a farm…and I’m so eager to talk about that.

But that’ll be next week.


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