The house is looking spectacular and ready to sell. We’ve been clearing stuff out for weeks – have had all kinds of workmen and cleaning people over and it’s all shiny and new looking and smells great. I’d buy it myself if I were in the market, but I’m not.
20 years ago it was our dream home. We built it (yeah right – we ‘built’ it – we didn’t lay a hand on it, but we did put the order in, choose the model and decorative elements, so I guess that counts for something) when we were living in Los Angeles, and so excited to make the move into this palatial mansion (compared to our home in L.A.). Basically, we were buying 3x the house for 1/2 the price, not to mention everything brand new in a perfect neighborhood with great schools.
It took 4 months from start to finish, and our realtor in Phoenix was great, sending us progress-report photos every step of the way that we stuck in a photo album somewhere.
When it was complete and ready to move in, we drove in from L.A. with our son and two cats in cat carriers who meow-ed the whole way (7 hours) while our son (then 4) stuck his fingers through the holes in the carrier boxes.
When we finally pulled up at our new home and let the cats out, one of our cats made a beeline for a corner of the dining room where he promptly dug like a madman (mad “cat”) till there was a small hole in the new carpet.
Our other cat, crawled in the kitchen cabinet under the sink and wouldn’t come out for about a week.
Home sweet home.
It’s been a good 20 years here. A lot of great memories, and it was absolutely the best place to raise our son.
I don’t know what’s next, but I’m hoping the house sells relatively quickly and will be excited to move onto the next chapter.