Someone is coming to look at my house today. Yeah, I can’t believe it either.
After watching the value of my home fall $40,000 in one year, I came to the decision that it’s a way bad investment. I mean, when the bank is telling you, “Have you thought about a short sale?” you really need to reassess.
I’m not in a huge hurry, so we listed it about $100,000 over market value. There are two other homes on my street being listed as short sales for much, much less, and we figured we’d just wait until one of those sold to use their selling price as a guide.
My realtor called me yesterday and asked, “Paige, are you sitting down?”
“Someone wants to come see your house tomorrow,” she told me.
“Are you sure?”
“That’s what I asked them, but they assure me it’s your house they want to see.”
“Crap, this means I’ve got to clean, doesn’t it?”
So, today I’m cleaning AND mowing my lawn AND painting that trim in my bathroom that had to be replaced two years ago when I replaced my bathtub. All before one o’clock.
Thank God, I’m my mother’s daughter. Because, believe or not, there’s a good chance it’ll all get done.