Being able to quit a job that was dragging me down gave me the energy and faith to see my life finally going in a positive direction. It was time to grab on to that energy and make the changes that I had been holding back for so long. So, after a few months settled in to a job where I was appreciated and valued, I decided to tackle another big personal move. I was finally going to sell my house.
That house was never a place I truly felt at home. This was a house that was forced on to me by my then husband despite my never-ending rejection. He had it in his head and there was no changing his mind. So, we bought the house and did our updates while day after day I cried. Finally, I decided that if this is where I was, I was going to accept it and do my best to make it mine. It was only 3 years in that I found myself divorced and tackling this shit on my own. As usual, I flopped back and forth for years trying to accept and be at peace with it, and feeling the need to kiss it goodbye. I allowed other people’s opinions sway my decision to stay for way to long…then one day I decided enough was enough and I was going to let go of that goddamn house once and for all.
Once I made up my mind, I moved like a ninja. I got an agent who was referred to me by a good friend. She had an awesome marketing plan and since the market was only just starting to crawl back up, I decided to pay her way more than I would have ever paid a real estate agent, in hopes that this would be a done deal by summer. It was August and my plan was to have it on the market by spring. She said, why wait? So instead of giving myself 6 months to prepare I took on the challenge of getting it ready in just 60 days. I must be crazy, right? I knew there was a LOT to do to get this shit together before opening it up, but…I said yes, and so it began.
The first thing on my awesome agents marketing plan was to have a professional stager come in and make recommendations. I, being the fierce bitch I am, already had a shit ton of things on the list that I personally felt needed to be done. She agreed with my entire list, and only had a few more suggestions. It was time to get working, there was no time to waste….so every spare moment I had for the next 8 weeks was spent getting that house ready to release. The week after I made the decision, a neighbor two houses down put their house on the market. Fuck. Their house was sooooo much nicer than mine and I knew that although my house had a lot of new upgrades, their house needed a lot less work…at least in my mind. How in the hell was I going to compete with that? I mean there house looked like it was dropped right out of a 1970’s house beautiful magazine spread. Ugh…well, I’m not backing out now so I put my faith in my decision and went ahead with it.
There was a lot of emotion in every bit of it. I was bitter about my situation and I knew that I had to let that go. Everyday during lunch, after work, weekends….late into the night I tackled that fucking list. So many of the projects I knew I should have done years before, for myself, but because sometimes I’m really stubborn, I put them off because, well, fuck this house. I packed, cleaned, painted, repaired, replaced, packed, cleaned, painted, repaired and replaced my little heart out. Clearing out shit that belonged to my ex in-laws because they didn’t want to deal with it, pissed me off. Clearing out shit that my ex-husband left because he didn’t want to deal with it, pissed me off. I took car loads of crap to Goodwill, tossed out things that were older than my kids, had two garage sales and filled the garbage bins to capacity on a weekly basis.
Although I did not get everything on the list completed, I did a damn fine job and finally it was time. The second step in the marketing plan was to have a professional photographer come in. I cleaned that mother fucker like my life depended on it and staged each room with simplicity and style. The pictures turned out beautiful and there was a twinge of what I thought was regret in my belly. Was I doing the right thing? Was I being emotional instead of practical? What the fuck??? You could have done all this shit for yourself and been at peace with your situation, right??? AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
On November 1st the house went live. I was even more nervous because the house down the street was still for sale and they had dropped their price twice already. Fuck…fuck fuck fuck fuck. Ok, this is what it is and let’s let it roll. At least I’ll have some time to relax and enjoy my work for a while, right?
I had my first request for a showing within hours of it going live. Here we go, I told myself, time to open yourself up for a shit ton of disappointment and criticism. I mean everyone is going to point out what a shit hole that house is and how it nowhere near worth your asking price. You are going to lose lady…and it’s going to hurt a lot. Thankfully, I could not have been more wrong. Within less than 48 hours of listing that house I had full asking price and a request to close in 6 weeks. OMG OMG OMG OMG….this shit is fucking real!!!! After 10 years of being in a house I never wanted to be in I’m finally going to get to walk away…finally going to be able to start my own life. There was no time for rest….now it was full speed ahead to clear out and find something of my own.
Step one: get away from the crazy psycho boss.
Step two: let go of that house.