Kjel.org is finding out that the process of selling a house that you are still living in is really no fun. This piece in yesterday’s Oregonian sums it up pretty accurately:
Real Life: Strange new world of selling your home spurs surreal existence
Sellers, I feel your pain. This week I joined the tribe of nomads known as “sellers still living in their homes” — allegedly at least. I say “allegedly” because, like most sellers in the current market, my house no longer resembles my home, nor is it someplace I can hang out whenever I like.
Yes, my home looks better (for the most part) than it ever has, after three months of work by me and my family; personal organizers; a contractor; window, house and carpet cleaners; landscapers; a home stager; my Realtor; and even my Realtor’s husband.
But it’s also a place that must look perfect every day after 10 a.m. and a place where my son and I can’t be during open houses or showings that can occur at a moment’s notice. That’s where the nomadic part comes in.
Eating has become problematic. It produces dishes that must be immediately washed and put away, crumbs that must be wiped off, toasters and knives that aren’t allowed to be seen . . .
On the plus side there seems to be people interested in seeing the place; now I just need one of them to get suckered into actually buying it.
