Last week we put our house on the market. We had been talking about selling for years, we have never been in love with our home and when our second child came along we knew that the move had to happen sooner rather than later.
In true Nicole fashion the decision to get it up and listed happened fast, we had a few weeks of getting everything organized and ready, all while juggling the two kids, working and getting ready for a mini vacation. The stress level in our household was high, but I knew we could get it done, and we did. With the help of a dear friend and staging consultation Heather we had our house tip top and ready to go just in time for us to head out the door for vacation.
It is never easy selling your own home, and so even though I am a Realtor, I have a colleague from my office listing our house. Lisa has done an absolutely amazing job of keeping us in the loop and working hard to make everything happen.
Offers date was crazy stressful, I kept telling myself it was all going to be ok over and over and over that day, and then finally around 6pm I found out that we had an offer.... I breathed a huge sigh of relief knowing that we at least had one. The idea of having to endure more showings (which meant constantly having to leave our house and stay at my husbands parents house) was so daunting to me, I was ready to return to normal life, where we didn't have keep the house absolutely spotless, and we could let the kids touch things again.
We accepted that offer, and now here we are today.... waiting, and waiting and waiting. Every day feels like a week, and we still have 5 more days to go in the process of waiting for conditions to be satisfied. I try incredibly hard not to text Lisa every single second asking how things are going, but I can't help but wonder what on earth is going on, what is taking so long. Being in the industry I know how long things take, and this is taking forever. But then I sit back and remember it has only been 72 hours since we accepted the offer, and really that isn't all that long at all.
I keep asking myself if I am being unreasonable to want things done faster, if I am being overbearing, over anxious, or just plain annoying. And next I think, do my sellers go through these exact same emotions? Do they sit there wanting to text me 100 times a day and realize only 2 minutes has passed since the last text and they probably shouldn't text again? Do they sit and panic wondering what on earth is going on?
Within the next couple of days I will find out a lot more on the sale of our home, and hopefully I will be able to breath a nice high sigh of relief soon knowing that the sale will be complete.