As you probably all know by now, I’ve decided to try to sell my home. I’m not exactly in love with the idea of leaving it because (a) it’s my first home; (b) I really love living there; (c) the location can’t be beat; (d) it’s affordable; (e) who wants to actually move?; and (f) I don’t know that I can do any better. So, why am I trying to sell it? I think it’s mainly two things — (1) Sorry about all of the lists. Ok, that’s not really (1). (1) I’d like to have a house house with a yard that puppy can run around in and relieve herself to her heart’s content without me worrying about a particular neighbor grilling me about Gracie’s bathroom habits and I’d really like to have a more traditional second (or — gasp! — third) bedroom. As much as I love the murphy bed, I’d like to have a real guest room or office or whatever. And (2) I think I just want to see if I can sell it. I know it’s not the ideal time to sell, but what do I do? Wait another five years? I’ve lived here for 4 1/2 and I think it may be time to see if I can move on to something else. We’ll see. If it doesn’t sell, it doesn’t sell and I stay put in a place I truly love coming home to.
That said, if any of you know anyone looking to purchase an exquisite (if I do say so myself) near-west side condo, I’m the one to talk to. And I know peeps say the condo market has bottomed out, and maybe that’s true, but I don’t think that really applies to the place I call home. It’s not a high-rise, it’s not cookie-cutter, and there are only 13 units in the entire association. And really, it’s nice not to have to shovel.
So, for a bit, it’s possible this blog may turn into a boring old blog about trying to sell a place. Step one, put it on the market. Check. Actually, that’s probably not step one, but it pretty much was for me. Step two, try to buy this cool old vintage, mid-century couch off of craigslist to try to stage the basement. Wish me luck.