We are in it. Our house went on the market on Thursday, we had an open house today with largely positive feedback (although no offers as of yet). I feel a little sad when I see the For Sale sign in our yard and really wish we had kept our house as lovely as it is now the entire 3.75 years we’ve lived in it. When you get rid of all the clutter and do a fairly deep cleaning, this house rocks.
The house we were bidding on is still available. We rejected their most recent counter-offer, but may make another offer later this week, depending on how well our own house sale goes. We visited it again today during our open house and were reminded that we really like it, but there’s another house a few streets down that has 3 bedrooms, an office, and a mother-in-law room with a full bathroom and tons of closets (hellooooo craft room/office!). It’s about $30K more than the house we’ve already put bids on, but would be sooooo worth it for the extra space.
On Friday we looked at several houses in our neighborhood, including a cavernous one with 2200+ square feet and a hot tub/spa room. It was huuuuge, very antiseptic, and reeeeeeked of stale air freshener. And today, the price dropped from $299K to $285K. Matt’s very keen on this house, but all I can think of is the sickly sweet stench. And the pale-pink Chanel women’s suit hanging in the master closet.