Then, suddenly, you are done with the house, for whatever reason. Now you are ready to SELL THAT HOUSE.
|My loft, before our house was listed recently. |
In the "it might get worse before it gets better" stage.
If you have junk falling off the shelves, that is not likely to happen. If there is outdated paint or carpet, dust, or worse yet, mold in the shower, they will likely walk in, quickly glance around, and say, "Nope. This house is not for me." If you're lucky, they won't plug their noses and hide their eyes and run out, then proceed to tell everyone else how horrid your house was because you had the silly idea to put it on the market without cleaning up your mess and making it lovely and compelling and ... SELLABLE.
|My loft, now, as we wait for the perfect buyer to come along!|
But in the end, it's worth all the hard work and elbow grease, and maybe even a little financial investment. Because when you finally put it on offer, you can relax a bit, knowing you did the very best you could -- even if it's not perfect, because nothing really ever is -- and that if it moves slowly, it wasn't because of anything you neglected to do.
Then you cross your fingers and hope and pray it sells. You did your part.
Yep. That's what it's like to sell a house. And maybe some other things.