Dejected. Disheartened. Depressed.
Call it what you want, but any of those terms sum up how Missy and I felt after meeting with a realtor two months ago about selling our Urbandale townhouse. Yes, we knew going in that it wouldn’t all be rainbows and unicorns, but after discussing the local real estate climate for the better part of an hour, we both felt like we had been repeatedly punched in the stomach. If you could read about each day of my life in a newspaper, the next morning’s headline would have read something like “NO HOPE!” with the sub-headline “Hardinge’s Attempt to Sell Townhouse Amidst Worst Recession since World War Two”.
I don’t think we returned to work on the house for three whole weeks.
Half way through October, we finally managed to pick ourselves back up again. There was plenty of work left to be done before we officially listed our property. It was only going to get colder and snowier in the weeks and months to come, meaning we’d be even less motivated to get it all done. Yet little by little, after each trip out to the townhouse we felt that we were getting closer and closer to market.
“I feel that we made good progress today”, we’d say to each other, even if all that we did was fill up the van with another load of our stuff to take back to the Florer’s. Little bits of encouragement to help us get through this overwhelmingly daunting task.
However, lately we’ve been doing some really big things to help spruce up the place and prepare it for selling.
Like power-washing and and applying a new coat of weather sealant to the deck…
…and rearranging and organizing the garage (which we’re using as storage until we sell)…
…to ripping out the carpet in preparation for the new one.
It’s been a longer road to travel than either of us ever expected. The hard part is that we feel guilty about leaving the responsibility of caring for three babies on anyone else, so finding time to actually get work done has been few and far between. Yet things are slowly but surely getting coming together. Even though it was our original intention to be completely moved out and building our new place by now, I think that trying to sell, build, and settle while juggling the challenges and uncertainties of new parenthood all at the same time would have landed us on the nearest psychologists couch.
So, we’ve made the decision to first try and sell the townhome ourselves…what do we have to lose? We can at least give it our best shot for a few months before turning it over to a realtor if things haven’t worked out by then. Although we’ve thought about renting it out, in the end that’s just “one more thing” when we don’t need another “thing” in our lives right now. So instead, we’re making pamphlets and posting signs in hopes that our little house will catch the eye of someone who thinks that it’s just what they’re looking for.
In the end…we have faith. Faith that we are making all the right moves, and that taking our time now will pay off in the long run. Faith that the townhouse will sell.