Our house went on the market 11 days ago. We've had about 15 people come through it. Not that many. But I've heard from others who've been trying to sell their house now for 130 - 275 days that 15 people coming through is good. They've had open houses where no one's come through at all.
We had our second open house yesterday. Two couples came through. Both want a house in this neighborhood but both would have to sell their house first to be able to move.
Get 'em on the market, people! What are you waiting for? Move, move, move, move!
The Skimmer told me to stay above the game. Don't get in the game, don't try to play the game. Stay completely out of the game. But I can't help but get in the game.
Saturday we got a call from our agent saying a couple wanted to stop by in 15 minutes for a second showing. They had come through during the first open house. I started running around picking up tennis shoes and coffee cups and magazines.
"A second showing, Skimmer! Know what that means? That means they just saw it and they want to see it a second time which means they are enthusiastic. They like it! They want to see it again. They're having fantasies about living here. They're decorating in their heads already. They're imagining their cars parked in the driveway..."
"Stay above the game."
"...their kids running down the sidewalks!"
"Don't get too up. Don't get too down."
I finished chopping up lemons to put down the garbage disposal right before I ran outside to clip more boxwood for the flower arrangement in the foyer. I hung the hammock between the two oak trees in the backyard as the dappled sun danced across the freshly mowed grass. Then I lit the Sun-Dried Cotton fragranced candles both upstairs and downstairs. And then we waited.
And waited. And waited.
They never showed up.
The people who were enthusiastic about seeing their new house for the second time, who envisioned their hutch here and their book case there, the people who were having fantasies about their children running up and down the sidewalks were having fantasies about some old, dilapidated, wallpapered shack up the street.
Their realtor got our houses mixed up and called our realtor by mistake.
That night as The Skimmer and I sat reading and watching TV in, My God -- the cleanest and most lemon-y fresh living room you have ever seen or smelled! -- Lemon-y fresh because the kitchen, where I had chopped up the lemons to grind in the disposal, opens up to a great room. Totally open floor plan. Perfect for entertaining. Ideal, even. And did I mention the hardwood floors? -- I stopped reading, looked up over my glasses and said, "I can't believe those people like that house up the street better than this house. Why? Why, do you think? It needs so much work! Sure, they've got a screened-in porch but we've got a deck. And two perfect trees for a hammock. They will have to strip wallpaper off of every single wall in that house. They won't be done stripping wallpaper for 25 years, that's how much wallpaper that house has. That house is nothing but wallpaper. I can't believe they like it better than this. I mean....smell."
"Don't get too down. Keep the faith, BG."