Our house is on the market. The market on Bowen Island is super slow and so we settle in with this. Ken and I are in no hurry for change, and still have no idea of what that change will look like or where that change will take place. We really donâ€™t.
But, anything can happen. We got a call that our realtor wants to show our house this morning.
Sure! No problem, all we have to do to get ready is clean up the joint!
We had a super clean house the first week we put the for sale sign up. And thenâ€¦ we went back to living here!
Ken has a wood project going on in his office – I have a quilt in pieces and my glass work table is a mess from making beads the other day. The dinner dishes are in the sink and the kitchen floor has a stain or two from where our coffee pot kinda spills, when I pour in the dark each morning.
There are Moser toys in the living room. The bedâ€™s not made, and is covered with different quilts piled on either side of the bed – I sleep cooler than Ken does. Peetâ€™s hair is all over the house, and wet towels hang in the bathroom. Yesterdayâ€™s mail is still sitting on the table, and a package to be mailed is there too. Books with turned down pages are all over the place.
Like I said, we live here. It is our home. And today, we are running around making our home a house again, cleaning, sorting, sweeping, and turning all the lights on in every room. Because some stranger is coming for a look around.
Real estate is the weirdest business there is. We have to leave and have someone who doesnâ€™t live here, answer any questions that might come up. We will never know what these people will like or not like about our house, unlessâ€¦ well, we are in it now, so fingers crossed.
BTW – here is what the place looks like all gussied up.