Yesterday we went to a real estate agent's office to list our house. Instead, he showed us an offer and we sold it prior to listing. Got our asking price (plus a bit). No commissions. But this posting is really the end of a much longer story. . .
We had been working toward making this phone call for many long months. A complete renovation of the property, inside and out. The work we did fought back quite a bit, a great many hurdles to jump, hoops to crawl through, and it took much longer than we expected. But eventually came out right and, once I knew we were a week away from completion and the time to sell had finally come, I called a real estate agent last Monday (an old friend from when I was involved in City government). The agent came around a looked the place over right away. We figured out the price and schedule and both of us left soon afterward.
A few hours after we parted I came back to finish some minor detail one the house and found the agent walking the property with his wife. She announced that the house was perfectly suited for her daughter and fiance (who are getting married next month).
Long story short: We sold prior to listing.
So last night we ordered our new Farmhouse and sat around in the surreal fog, needing to celebrate, having no idea of how to do it. There was no time to plan any celebrations.
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