Having A Wonderful Time, Wish I Was Here
I'm having a wonderful time, wish I was here! My experiences of late in the wonderful world of Real Estate have led me to the conviction that I never want to go through this again. In spite of the excellent services of the Realty company and it's representative whom is representing us, this has not, thus far, been a very nice ride. Yet, because of the professionalism and attentiveness of the agent handling and guiding us through the sale process, we have bitten the somewhat proverbial stiff upper bullet and have carried on with things.
I have stated before that we currently live in a house over eighty five years old which is very definitely showing it's age. I not so lovingly refer to it as my "home sweet hovel." Because of it's age and condition, I have never been very comfortable having people in; not even close family and friends. For the last three and a half weeks now more people have been in and out of this house than any friend or family member in the last twenty eight years; and friends and family don't poke their noses in to every room, closet, cabinet and underwear drawer. At least I don't think they do. I'd prefer to think that they don't. In fact, I'd rather not dwell on the idea any further.
Since I am the major driving force for selling our house, the rest of the household, comprised of my wife and eighteen year old son, have made it a policy to abandon ship and play invisible whenever there is a showing scheduled. I've been pushing to put the house on the market because I cannot continue to live here much longer. "Why for?" you might ask; and well you might. For by reason of being a house with two stories and one bathroom; the location of which happens to be on the second floor. Would that I were able to access the second floor and the bathroom contained thereupon without having to use stairs to make that ascension, things would be a whole big different bucket of kettle fish . However, use the stairs I must as my powers of levitation are rusty beyond redemption, and my deteriorating physical condition is making such chores as climbing stairs beyond difficult and have been propelled into the realm of downright painful. Things are about to change.
The silver lining of Fate's slip is showing and, at this stage of the game, yea and verily, even as I type, all future showings have been put on temporary hold; soon to be upgraded to the status of permanency as we done got us a contract. We have a buyer after only three weeks and some odd days on the market; and some very odd days they were too. Now, however, there is a light at the end of the tunnel and it ain't the 3:15 to Yuma on the wrong track with Casey Jones at the helm. There is a bug in the balm that we yet have to deal with and that is the wee little detail of having another place to move into. Fortunately, the gentleman buying the house is a contractor who plans to renovate and resell; not someone wanting to move in right away. He has been gracious enough to agree to rent the house back to us for a period of thirty days from the date of settlement. That gives us plenty of time to get packed up, get the house emptied and cleaned out, and a chance to contend with that little detail of where to go from here.
We have a plan, thanks to our daughter whose idea prompted this entire project, and that, as I stated in my last post, is to find a nice, comfy-cozy little double wide mobile home to call our own. I am confident that the same young man who guided us so well through the selling process will be just as proficient and effective in helping us to find one. Time will tell.......
.......and the band played on.
I have stated before that we currently live in a house over eighty five years old which is very definitely showing it's age. I not so lovingly refer to it as my "home sweet hovel." Because of it's age and condition, I have never been very comfortable having people in; not even close family and friends. For the last three and a half weeks now more people have been in and out of this house than any friend or family member in the last twenty eight years; and friends and family don't poke their noses in to every room, closet, cabinet and underwear drawer. At least I don't think they do. I'd prefer to think that they don't. In fact, I'd rather not dwell on the idea any further.
Since I am the major driving force for selling our house, the rest of the household, comprised of my wife and eighteen year old son, have made it a policy to abandon ship and play invisible whenever there is a showing scheduled. I've been pushing to put the house on the market because I cannot continue to live here much longer. "Why for?" you might ask; and well you might. For by reason of being a house with two stories and one bathroom; the location of which happens to be on the second floor. Would that I were able to access the second floor and the bathroom contained thereupon without having to use stairs to make that ascension, things would be a whole big different bucket of kettle fish . However, use the stairs I must as my powers of levitation are rusty beyond redemption, and my deteriorating physical condition is making such chores as climbing stairs beyond difficult and have been propelled into the realm of downright painful. Things are about to change.
The silver lining of Fate's slip is showing and, at this stage of the game, yea and verily, even as I type, all future showings have been put on temporary hold; soon to be upgraded to the status of permanency as we done got us a contract. We have a buyer after only three weeks and some odd days on the market; and some very odd days they were too. Now, however, there is a light at the end of the tunnel and it ain't the 3:15 to Yuma on the wrong track with Casey Jones at the helm. There is a bug in the balm that we yet have to deal with and that is the wee little detail of having another place to move into. Fortunately, the gentleman buying the house is a contractor who plans to renovate and resell; not someone wanting to move in right away. He has been gracious enough to agree to rent the house back to us for a period of thirty days from the date of settlement. That gives us plenty of time to get packed up, get the house emptied and cleaned out, and a chance to contend with that little detail of where to go from here.
We have a plan, thanks to our daughter whose idea prompted this entire project, and that, as I stated in my last post, is to find a nice, comfy-cozy little double wide mobile home to call our own. I am confident that the same young man who guided us so well through the selling process will be just as proficient and effective in helping us to find one. Time will tell.......
.......and the band played on.
posted by Bob Parker | 9:10 PM
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