A week ago today our house was "staged" by our realtor- in other words, any remnants of the active family of five residing here were tucked into closets and replaced with fake fruit, fake flowers and white towels. Yes, this is the same realtor that went running out of our home only a few days earlier.
The house was listed on MLS and by Friday night some families were ready to check it out. Within 24 hours of the first showing, our house was sold. It sold for above asking price as there was a bidding war - not many homes for sale around here right now and all of the fake produce worked it's magic. There were no conditions and we got the closing date of our choice - May 9.
All of this happened before a "for sale" sign could go up on our front yard. So, on Monday afternoon a giant "SOLD" sign appeared on our front yard. We were so thrilled that the sale went so smoothly and yet seeing that sign felt like a kick in the stomach. It's a giant visual reminder of the fact that we're leaving this place that has been home for five years. And so, we're thrilled and sad all at the same time.
