Selling our second home is a drastically different experience than the first.
With our first home, it was a whirlwind. I had 21 showings in 17 days. I had an 8-month-old baby. I was in a constant state of cleaning, and had a constant battle with nausea. We received a near full-price offer, contingent on the buyer selling their home in 30 days. They sold in three hours. I was almost homeless. It was fast-paced and stressful.
Our second home is in a much, much slower real estate market. Will my house sell within 60 days? 90 days? A year? Ever? Who knows. My house has been on the market for a week, and we have received zero showing requests. And, sadly, that’s entirely normal for around here. There is a home in my neighborhood that has been on the market for 430 days. That’s over a year, people, and that’s terrifying.
During our last move, I did a little home tour. So, obviously, I’m going to do that again. And if it helps get someone to schedule a showing and maybe buy my house, so be it. What follows is shameless marketing at its finest. Share with all your friends.
ENTIRELY UPDATED BRICK RANCH WITH A WALKOUT BASEMENT. 4 bedrooms / 3.5 bathrooms + a full 1 bedroom / 1 bathroom apartment above the garage. Vaulted ceilings, huge master bedroom, three-car garage, media room (hell, I’ll throw in the wall-mounted flat-screen tv), home gym, hot tub, pool table, gas fireplace, wrap-around composite deck. Geothermal. Over 1.5 acres, backing up to trees, in a rural community.
I could go on.
Anyway, why am I selling? That’s a whole post for a different time, but here’s a brief overview. It’s kind of a, “It’s not you, it’s me” situation. This is a gorgeous house. There is nothing anyone wouldn’t want here. But, for some reason my heart is called to a little 1970s ranch with wooden spindles, paneling and green shag.
Bet you can’t wait for THAT home tour.
When we moved in to our current house, every square foot of it was ORANGE. I’m talking the walls, the lights, the counters, the floors, the cabinets, the doors and baseboards…. EVERYTHING. I had painters in my house before I even brought my bed in. The previous owners had a whole Santa Fe vibe, and they went crazy with it. Now, my house is entirely a beautiful shade of Benjamin Moore’s Revere Pewter / Sherwin Williams’ Sea Salt.
You’re welcome, whoever buys my house.
See that buffet? The owners of our previous house left a huge cabinet from a hardware store in our garage when we moved in, so we obviously cut it down and made it a buffet. 98 percent of our furniture is either handmade or a hand-me-down.
Probably my favorite room in our house is the master bedroom. It’s gigantic – so much room for activities! Plus, that black and white IKEA rug gives me life. We just finished our girls’ bedrooms not too long ago (read about Dorothy’s here, and Frances’ here), but I’m hoping to duplicate them in our new home. My mom and sister put in too much work for me to change themes now! Ha!
I have barely set foot inside that gym. That space is entirely my husband’s domain. As is….
…the “Bro’s Nest.”
My husband works from home, so we turned the apartment above the garage into his home office. Which spiraled into an area for him to hoard Legos and play video games. That fridge is for beer and Mountain Dew. I have used that oven approximately twice – when I was crazy enough to host the family for holidays.
Previous to owning this home, I had never mowed a yard. Now, it’s by far my favorite “chore.” My lines aren’t very straight, but damn it – at least I got some thinking done without the pestering of children while riding the lawnmower. I couldn’t be happier to add an extra hour of mowing in my life when I get to the new house.
But, now we wait. Which one of you is going to buy my house?
*insert Jeopardy theme song here*