June 2, 2006
Every day I seem to get a little more excited about my trip. Today I realized how grateful I am that my home sold so quickly. Without the money from the sale, and the freedom from the mortgage, I would not be able to go. The real estate market in Chicago is apparently flattening out, and prospective buyers can make desperate sellers thow all kinds of concessions into the bargain: home repair allowances, lower prices, transplantable organs. Fortunately, I wasn't desperate, both because my buyer came along when my place had only been on the market for about 2 weeks, and also because I was too clueless to know I SHOULD be feeling desperate.
Mostly the whole selling process has left me feeling ready for it to be OVER. Apparently the rule book requires haggling back and forth about things I don't remember haggling about when I bought the place, althouugh maybe I should have, because then I wouldn't be surprised that 1) my chimney does not have a flue cap, 2) the buyer wants me to pony up for one (they keep out animals and weather, though in the 3 years I lived here without a flue cap, no rain, only the teensiest dusting of snow, and zero families of raccoons ever fell into my fireplace) and 3) they apparently go for about $200. It's easy to get caught up in thinking about it as a competition ("You'll get $150 and like it!") when I just want to unload the place.
Viewing my home as an albatross is a big switch, by the way from how I felt jst 2 months ago when I first put it on the market. Back then, when my realtor was over helping me price the thing, I got so antsy that I didn't know whether to pace the floor or put my head between my legs and breathe deeply. So I did both. And other stuff too: tear up, make tea, eat 6 cookies, etc. Of course, I had also just had my last day of work that day, so there was kind of a lot going on.
Anyway, I'm grateful now to have sold, and I'm also grateful to be grateful!