Hello World. Just when you thought I had disappeared forever, I sneak back! Sorry for my absence over the last month – I was busy experiencing life, and as it turns out, gathering additional content for my blog! So here goes another post….
I decided several months ago to list my own home for sale. As you know by now, I am a relative new comer to the world of real estate, having only done it for a little over a year, and as you must also know (because for every living person, there is approximately 2.3 real estate agents waiting to pounce on them) it takes a significant amount of time to grow this type of business (any business really). And much as I continue to try to make it so, nothing happens overnight (although I continue to try)!…..
So here I was, looking for ways to keep things comfortable while growing my business (and it should be mentioned that I refuse to give up on anything – yes, literally anything, just ask my friends. I attribute this stubbornness trait, which is apparently seeded to the very being of my soul, to my parents; thank you very much Mary and Joe)! So, when the opportunity came up to sell my home and further contribute to my many business dreams, I decided it was time to act. Let me be 100% clear here though….I knew (and still do know) that I would be successful in my business pursuits whether I sold my home or not, but I am smart enough to also know that in selling, I would save myself a few heart attacks, panic attacks, and the daily mediation of “what the hell am I doing?!?” would subside for just a bit! Okay, seriously long story cut short, my house went under contract a few days ago….
And in case you were wondering….I cried like a baby the day I got an offer on my home. Not out of joy (although I am sure that is hiding in there somewhere), but because it has meant so very much to me…..So, please believe me when I look you in the eye and I tell you, as a seller, that I understand. I understand why you fight like you do for a price that might be too high (yes, I am a professional; yes, I am human and attached to my home; and yes I listed too high and I watched it sit, even though I knew better)! And I understand why it takes you aback when you actually get an offer and you second guess all that you are doing. I tell you I understand, because I really do…. this home has been my sanctuary, my inspiration, my safe zone, and my salvation. I healed from a broken relationship in this home; I lost my dad while here…..I lost Sally. And somewhere amongst it all, I found myself. These walls know my story; every sordid detail, and the thought of leaving them breaks my heart. All at the very time I know it is opening the doors for amazing new experiences, which will continue to grow me as a person, and fulfill me in ways I can’t yet imagine.
Apparently the time has come for these walls to hold support for yet another. The woman buying my house is recently divorced and moving to be closer to her support system. I’ve been there, my friend, and appreciate your story. May these walls heal you as they have healed me.
And all of this, sad and exciting and scary and amazing as it is, reinforces why I do what I do…..I am tied to the feelings and the emotions behind the houses I sell and help to buy. I know the memories and the love that move within the walls and I love the energy behind them. Our walls do talk….if we choose to listen. They talk through every experience we have and we share. What we remember and laugh about, and what makes us silent and reverent. Life and death happen in the walls of a home….How honored I am to help bring that to life, and to help the flow of energy from one to another!
People say a house is just 4 walls and a door. While I thank you for your opinion, I politely beg to differ. Homes are so much more than that. They are a heartbeat. A reflection of our lives. They heal us….well, they heal me, and I hope they may be healing for you as well……
Until next time….