If you’re stopping by today for a dose of positivity and happy for your day…I provide you with….The Peek-A-Boo Kitten.
Okay yeah, I admit, that helped my disappointed/cranky a little bit. I mean, who can watch that and not feel better about the world in general?
However, what follows is not cute and fluffy, so if you’re not up to commentary on how the world currently sucks, please exit the blog stage left.
Still here? Oh you must actually love me. Thanks for that.
So we have been trying to sell our house. It has been on the market for approximately 10 weeks, which is a frustrating long time when our realtor initially predicted it would sell in 10 days. We have decluttered. We have staged. We have inconvenienced ourselves to the max in order to keep it ready to show at the drop of a hat. We have lost stuff. We have landscaped. We have dropped the price. We have, in short, done every conceivable thing to sell our house, including renovating and updating the thing from top to bottom. So far this has resulted in only one paltry offer that was for only 2k above what we paid for the house, completely unimproved 5 years ago. We gave them the metaphorical finger.
The other day I had a chat with my realtor, who had, that morning, had a pow wow with all the other agents in her office to discuss what was up and why wasn’t our house selling. I mean, I have watched approximately 8 million episodes of House Hunters and Designed To Sell and Sell This House. We are not THOSE PEOPLE who are clueless and have something very obviously wrong.
The first thing to come up, which has not been mentioned before now, is the fact that the washer and dryer are in the storage room outside. Well yeah. The house was built in 1964. Almost all houses of this era are the same and still have the big iron poles for clotheslines in the back yard. They weren’t designed with a washer and dryer in mind. So they were all like “You could get a stackable unit and put it in the bathroom closet! Problem solved!” Excuse me, what are you smoking? There is no bathroom closet. There is, in fact, no place to put a washer and dryer inside the house without giving up valuable storage, which is already at a premium. Believe me, if there was a way, we’d have done it already. There’s no room for an indoor washer and dryer and there’s no room for adding a second bathroom. Because it’s a freaking 1230 square foot house!
So the next thing that gets brought up is that they can’t pull into the carport because of the motorcycles (we have 3). First off, I find this odd because I don’t try to pull my car into ANY of the garages at the houses we’ve looked at (because, GASP, people STILL LIVE THERE), nor do I expect to be able to on viewing. It’s a garage. You make the assumption that a car will fit. Second, you can’t actually pull into our carport anyway because a dumbass designed the thing without taking into account the stairs to the door. They prevent you from being able to park anything but something akin to a Nissan Cube and still be able to open your doors. Third, it’s not like there’s somewhere else we can PUT said motorcycles. We’ve already cleared out the shed to make room for the lawnmower and started putting the garbage cans behind the house (which is a massive PITA) and pulled every OTHER thing out of the garage to make it appear that there is as much room as possible.
So we dropped the price again because it’s the only thing we can do.
Essentially, all the reasons we want to move are the reasons no one wants to buy our house. Because no one is like we were. No one is willing to put up with weird quirks like outside washers and dryers and single bathrooms because they are just grateful to have their own place that they aren’t renting. No one appreciates the HOURS of sweat equity that we poured into this house to update it and bring it into the current century. And those who MIGHT possibly fit that description can’t actually get financing due to the new stringent requirements on mortgages–they either don’t have adequate credit or can’t afford a 20% down payment because we live in a society of instant gratification that doesn’t grasp the concept of saving.
We’re getting rid of our piano, home gym, and my desk. They don’t get used and they’re just taking up space (and God knows, after everything we went through to get that piano in the house, we don’t feel like moving it again). That leaves hubby’s office mostly vacant except for guitars, photography gear, and my exercise bike. I’ve been thinking about how to stage and repurpose it, and I think once the gym and piano are gone, I’ll turn it into the guest room and make my office more of a library when I bring down the wingback chairs I’m inheriting from my mom. And I’ll continue my crusade to get rid of all the crap we’ve been holding on to that we don’t want, use, or need. Make space where space can be made.
We are not in a position where we HAVE to move. I’m not going to sell for a loss. If we can’t at least break even, we’ll just have to wait, and we’ll have to find a way to deal with being suck here, find a way to make it work. Can I tell you how much I do NOT want to be pregnant next year in a house with one bathroom? The whole thing just makes me pissy.