Friday, February 26, 2010
Hi, my name is Working Wife and I have a house for sale. Would you like to come and judge me?
Selling a home is the pits. You invite people to come into your home and judge it and therefore you. You’ve seen it in the shows: Buyers are brutal. You are trying to find the good soul that will see past the tiny burnt hole in the carpet where the cinder landed after popping out of the fireplace. This morning, I was having a heart attack at the sight of this crater. Your home is undeniably an extension of who you are. It is your sanctuary, your castle. As of two weeks ago, I have opened this sacred place and invited ANYONE who has a realtor to come and see it. And judge it. A rejection is a personal affront that you cannot explain. This is our first showing. I know it will only get worse as the showings come and go and things do not happen. Even if there is nothing really “wrong” with the house, it is hard to take it as it comes.
It is 3:15 pm and I think I might have to start looking for my secret stash of dark chocolate…