Picking a Realtor

I’m not one that has moved a lot so needing a realtor was only a necessity a few times.  In those few times I’ve learned a few things, not all realtors are the same, they don’t know ALL areas, some have better connections than others, and lastly, some offer a better service overall.  Even with all of that I feel like I still need to be able to connect with them, not totally despise them.  Yes, I can be a finicky bird and if you rub me wrong I just don’t want to deal with you.  Luckily, the ones I “interviewed” were all likeable for the most part, which was a good thing.

I looked into three realtors this time, for some reason I like to do things in threes (three price quotes, three chances, etc…).  There immediately was a frontrunner, but there was a second one that I connected with a little better, the third, well that one wasn’t even in the running.  Sitting down to weigh it all out was kind of difficult, I know the decision was one I could always change, but honestly I want to sell this house and not waste time trying out realtors.

When I sat down and really looked over everything, I had to go with the one that had the experience, the network, the little extras which included getting the yard “show” ready as well as the cleaning of the house (after I did all the necessary repairs, etc…) and a couple other services that just made me say “wow, this guy has it together”.  He reminded me of the guy that sold my house before this, he was born to be a realtor.

Bottom line, I’m not looking to find my soul mate, best friend, workout buddy or anything like that.  I’m looking to sell my house in a timely manner.  Did I make the right decision?  I sure hope so, but I guess time will tell.  Hopefully I’m posting soon about how quickly the house sold.  I’m looking forward to writing posts on my adventures in house hunting…



Adventures in Urban Living

Recently the decision was made to sell our home and move closer to where my husband works.  Though it’s a hard decision for me, I know it’s best.  He will be  home more with less time spent in the car commuting to work and back, less stress on him wondering if he will make it on time or not, and we will be closer to more things we like.  Moving is not something I enjoy, I’m a creature of habit and really do not do well with change, in fact, change stresses me out!!  So for this I am trying to keep positive, focus on the benefits of moving and keep a calm demeanor amidst the chaos.

While we sell our home and find a new one we will be residing in an apartment about the quarter of the size of our home.  On a positive note (gotta keep seeing the positive…) we are within walking distance of grocery stores, restaurants, parks, and the hubs has a ten minute commute.  The thought of keeping the house clean for showings when I live with the two most feral jackals, aka the twinadoes, just does not excite me, so having them out of there once it’s all clean and show ready makes sense.

As the reality sets in and I must make decisions about all my possessions, keep, store, or get rid of, I can tell I’m getting a little wackadoodle.  It’s so hard to dismantle my home and face the reality that this will someday (hopefully sooner rather than later) become someone else’s home.  My beloved garden will no longer be mine, and maybe the next owner won’t be a gardener and take it all down, those are thoughts I really shouldn’t think about.

What I need to think about right now is adjusting my little twinadoes to urban living and their new environment.  So far Thing 1 has loved this adventure, he loves looking out the window and seeing all the cars, ambulances, fire trucks, bubbatrees (aka front loaders and the like), people and having a doughnut every morning at the place right outside the building.  Thing 2, though she does have fun here, gets a little sad when we leave the old house, her adjustment has been a little slower.  She still asks if we are going back to our real home, and sometimes that makes me a little sad.  But she’s coming around to this new abode.  And in time she probably won’t even remember her first home, the home she spent the first three and a half years of her life.  <sigh>

Once my home is empty and everything removed and put in it’s place I think a big portion of stress will be gone.  There will be no more need to visit the home every day to pack, I can focus on my current surroundings and enjoying urban living.  People have asked where we will buy our next home, and quite honestly I don’t know.  Doubtful it will be within walking distance of everything we have now so I’m trying to enjoy this luxury while we have it.  I’m taking everything one step at a time, what’s that saying, something like don’t put the cart before the bull… not even sure if that’s an appropriate saying for this.  All I know is I need to pack up the house, get it sold then think about where we will end up.  Having a place to live during all this truly does help, we are not having to hurry and find somewhere to live which could possi8bly lead to making a decision we won’t be happy with down the road.

So as I sit before my list of “things to do”, “things to bring to the apartment”, and “things to get rid of” I’m looking like a woman with a plan and knows what she’s doing, but inside I’m feeling like a woman that’s trying to keep her sanity during a major life change while paddling upstream towing a tanker…


Father’s Day and a Little Bit of Jealousy…

Today is Father’s Day.  Father’s are getting cards, ties, special dinners  and homemade gifts galore.  Even my kids gave their papa little paper ties they made in preschool along with a card.  All the while I’m thinking of my dad, the most wonderful father a girl could ever want.  Truly, I have no complaints, I always tell people I won the dad lottery.

My dad passed away in 1997 right before the holidays.  That will be one of those days I never forget, ever.  Being in your early 20’s (or pretty much any age I’m sure) is tough to get that call.  Yes, I was an adult, but all that happens after someone dies is frightening to deal with, especially when it falls on you.  Thankfully, I had a wonderful uncle that helped me through the planning that needed to be made.  I remember when they were asking me all these questions about my dad, and the one question that made me lose it was “is he a grandfather?”.  The realization that he would never see me have children was horrible.  It took me a long time to get back to a place where I didn’t have this horrible hurt in my heart, a very long time.  That pain still comes back every now and then, but it’s not as raw as it was in those dark days.  Today is one of them.  Simply, I miss my dad.

Instead of the horrible sadness that filled my heart and mind for so long after his death I fill them with the wonderful memories I have.  There are certain days that I remember so clearly, like they just happened yesterday.  My hope is to keep them until I see my dad again.  But the fact that I only have memories of my past and will not be making new memories with my dad  does make me sad, and jealous.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel some jealousy when I see people my age with their dads.  Wishing he could have been here for some of my major life events, like seeing my son and my daughter who looks exactly like him (with a little bit of my mom thrown in).

But this day isn’t all sad, just a moment here and there.  For the most part it’s a very happy day where I remember how lucky I was to have the best dad in the world, in fact the universe.

I love you dad!!!  I hope you are having a wonderful father’s day…