When we put our house on the market, everyone but everyone enthused, “It’s such a seller’s market! It’ll sell in a hot minute!” And we agreed. Our realtors agreed. We kind of planned on it. Told my neighbor who was plant-sitting (Did you know plants make a house harder to sell? Yeah, I didn’t either.) that it would certainly be only for a week. Told my kids as I packed up their toys, “Only for a few days, sweeties.” So when it didn’t, I was pretty bummed. Sometimes I got a little pissy even, if you can believe it with my kind, sweet nature.
By day ten, our realtors convinced us to drop the price. By day twenty, I started to feel zen about it. We aren’t really on a schedule. We already own our new house. We could move there tomorrow if we wanted (as long as we were cool with no kitchen). Then an offer came in. And it was super low. But we were encouraged to negotiate. Those buyers were not. So they walked. And I was fine. Shockingly fine. Like, actually really fine. Not “FINE.” They weren’t the new owners of this house. I just knew it.
As we discussed that offer with our realtors a few days later, the exact words I used were, “Someone will love this house like we do. Someone will come through here and see everything we saw. We are willing to wait for the right buyers.” Two days later, they showed up.
They showed up in an SUV parked outside my house. They showed up as someone I knew. Due to a mistake on their realtor’s part (you really aren’t supposed to interact with people during showings, but their realtor marked the showing as “done” in the app, so I came home from the park with my barking dogs, even though they were still there; and you don’t ignore your friend when she is in your driveway), I recognized my friend from an advisory council we serve on together as she stood outside my house. We were both completely shocked. And super excited.
There’s more, of course, because it’s a business transaction if nothing else, and negotiating took place. We’re all happy with the outcome. Obviously because they have a new house and we have a buyer, but it’s so much more than that. Because now it makes sense. This, as you know, is very important to me.
During our negotiations, which were harder than you’d expect, it looked for a day that it might not work out. And I was crushed. Super crushed. Certainly not fine or even FINE. Because my friend! Because fate! Because THIS was supposed to be the reason my house didn’t sell the first week on the market. This was the cosmic purpose I needed. You might think it’s bullshit, and that’s cool, because you do you and I’ll do me, but I thrive on cosmic purpose. On explanations. Not in the “everything happens for a reason” kind of way, because people use that to explain away tragedies, which is just mean, but in the “Life can only be understood backwards” kind of way. (Did you know that if I wouldn’t have met one person in high school, it’s quite possible every single thing about my life would be different? True story.)
So when it DID work out, I was over the moon excited. Still am. Because they are the perfect family. They’re kind of US. Same aged kids, in the same order, so they don’t even have to paint the bedrooms if they don’t want (the girl is in the south bedroom because the closet is bigger; planning ahead for teenaged years). They WANT the backyard built-ins, the playroom jungle gym we built. They will love our neighborhood. The perfect next door neighbors I will miss in huge ways can be their new perfect next door neighbors. The three perfect babysitters on our street can be their perfect babysitters. The ducks, geese, herons, toads, frogs, turtles from the pond can be their kids’ science observations. The delicious apples from our perfect little tree can be theirs (and now maybe I can still have some!?!?!). Our wonderful house will have wonderful new owners. They might even let us visit. And it makes it all make sense.
There are all these business things like inspection and appraisal and closing and whatnot. But I’m no longer hesitant or worried or nervous or pissy. Certainly not bummed. This is exactly what I wanted. It’s exactly why our house didn’t sell in two days. And for the record, it sold in thirty days, which is better than average in our price range. So, I really shouldn’t have been pissy at all ;-). Mea culpa, universe.