My desire to sell my house turned into a need and has now become an obsession. I don’t think obsessions are a good thing, but there you are. Might as well call it what it is.
Under normal conditions, this house would be easy to sell. It’s cute. It has a lovely garden and pool. It’s a two-minute walk to the sea. It’s well priced. Lots of agents are peddling it (there are no exclusive listings here and no MLS). And furthermore, the owner is willing to negotiate.
But the market is lousy. It’s not only that prices have dropped (and so has mine), but that there are not many buyers. Those buyers who are out there need to have lots of cash because the banks aren’t giving much in the way of mortgages. And yet there are buyers out there and some of them do buy.
One realtor told me it will take five to ten years to sell. That’s not a realtor I care to talk to often or that has the right attitude to get the deed done. After all, a buyer could walk through the door tomorrow and how the heck does he know that one won’t? The truth of it is, a realtor needs several buyers in the course of a year in order to make a living. But I need only one. One qualified buyer to see my house and fall in love with it, or see it as the good rental-income property that it is, and voila!
The cats don’t give me any encouragement because they don’t really want to move. The two words “move” and “cats” don’t fit well together. The apartment we will all be moving to will probably be small, but there will be windows and I’ll get them a big indoor cat tree and they’ll be happy. After all, it beats being an orphan, wounded, and living out on the street. So really they shouldn’t complain no matter what kind of digs I provide for them. And sweet cats that they are, once they get over the car journey to wherever we move, they’ll be just fine. I know they will.
So please, think “sell, sell, sell.” And send me your good wishes or karma, or pray that I sell the house soon, very soon. Thanks!