Yesterday morning my sister texted me saying that she had some friends who were interested in our house. I was cautiously pleased. Interested is just, well, interested. It’s not in love or anything. They asked if they could come and see it. I told her they would need to check with the realtor but that I was fine with them coming that day. They set up to see the house at 5:30 pm.
Chief and I had appointments set to see FIVE houses in a town about 30 minutes north where I went to college. There’s a good high way to get to the base without a lot of traffic, and some of our best friends, M and L, live there, so we’ve been considering it. I really had not wanted to see more listings like I said in my last post. It never goes anywhere because we’re trying to get an offer on our house, so what’s the point? Luckily I didn’t see anything yesterday that I fell in love with, but in the meantime I did get my hopes really high about the viewing on our house. My sister said they really liked the pictures and the fact that they wanted to see it the same day they first saw the listing seemed promising.
We got home around 4:45 pm and did the last minute things we needed to do-made sure the floors were super clean, dumped the litter boxes out completely, locked the cats in crates (sorry cats), got the baby into the car with me and the dogs into the car with Chief, and at 5:20 we drove away. I drove back by at 5:25 and the realtors car was there but I didn’t check again after that. Charlie and I went to the fabric store and Chief just drove around town. At 6:00 when I hadn’t heard anything I texted our realtor to see if Chief could go home, she checked with the realtor who showed the house and she said they were out.
So Chief went home and released the animals and I headed that way myself. And then we waited for the call we just KNEW was coming to say they wanted to make an offer. And we waited. And waited. And waited. I had asked my realtor if there was any feedback and SEVERAL HOURS LATER she texted back to say that according to the realtor who showed the house they hadn’t really said anything when they saw it.
I went to bed feeling pretty dejected. I know I’m not handling this well, but our area is not really popular, especially not with young people. It’s an older person and military community. Not a lot of home buying potential there, so any showing is something to leap upon with hope and, quite frankly, a bit of desperation.
I texted K today to ask her if she had heard anything and she said she would casually ask them what they thought without making it sound like it was coming from me. She said that they really liked the house and thought it was beautiful, but they had just started looking. So that’s something. It’s not an automatic no, but I do feel like when viewing houses the first one is like the first pancake-it usually gets thrown out.
While I don’t like being anyone’s first pancake, at least we had one showing. I’m not looking forward to doing it again. The cats were not happy with their lot in life, and I have no idea how I’ll do this if it’s during the day and Chief can’t help me. I’ve been pretty down about it today but I’ve gradually picked myself back up and I even did some sewing today. It’s like I’ve been afraid to live my life in my house for fear of messing it up, but I can’t just tiptoe around my own home. It could be months before it sells, and life goes on.