I was told I’d it would be a dream if it sold. The market is just not “there” right now.
I thought I’d try my luck and put my house on the market anyways. I really need a bigger place. It just doesn’t suit us anymore, with me getting married in a couple of months.
I thought, if I don’t get any nibbles in the next few months, I’ll try again next year. It’s not vital that I need to move. It would just help.
Day one, I had a showing. She put an offer on the house.
That was unexpected!
We couldn’t come to an agreement, but it was exciting nonetheless.
Days two through six I had multiple showings per day. It was a little exhausting cleaning and keeping out of the house with little Josh so they could get a good view of the home. We got through it though.
Day six I received my second offer. Day seven I told my home.
Just. Like. That.
It shouldn’t have sold. The comps in the area were against it. The market is not there.
It sold, so fast.
We are moving. I think everything happens for a reason. We are going to find our new home to make new memories in. A new home with sounds of joy squealing from my little Josh. A new home with bubble baths, reading and family dinner. A new home to tuck him in every night.