You know what I really hate about having our place on the market? It's not the keeping it in the constant "nobody lives here state" nor the having to clean out most of our booze nor the keeping of Lola at my parent's house (though that one is really killing me too). It's the thought of strange-ass people walking through my home, running their fingers over my countertops, peeking in my pantry, sitting on my furniture and everything else that strangers do when viewing your home. It completely creeps me out and really kind of annoys me off.
Yes,I know it's a necessary evil in order to get our condo sold but I just can't seem to get over it. For an OCDish, never-leave-the-house-without-antibacterial-hand-soap person like me, this is going to be torture.
We had our very first open house today and six separate groups stopped by, which apparently is pretty good. One couple stayed for over a half hour and, according to our realtor, oohed and ahhed over everything. He said that people don't stay for a half hour if they don't like the place, especially in a one bedroom condo that doesn't take very long at all to see. That doesn't necessarily mean that they'll make an offer, but still, it's promising.
And now, after the day of being "kicked out" of our home for the open house, I'm thrilled just to be sitting on the couch and taking in the Oscars with my hubby beside me. Home is always where he is, no matter what.
