A day in the life...

Day 1: The Realtor came over today, and he brought a photographer with him.  First they moved some of my furnishings around a little (it tickled), opened my drapes, and had the photographer dude take photos.  I smiled my bestest smile.

Day 3: The pictures came in... I look radiant.  I heard that my owner (sniff, they're trying to get rid of me) is having a "cleaning crew" come over the weekend.  I'm a little nervous.

Day 5: The cleaning crew was here... it hurt a little, they used that horrid vacuum under the beds, and behind cabinets... but they also put a few oil-scented plug-ins around... I smell better.  While the cleaning crew was here, a painter came by and touched up a few areas where I wasn't looking my best.  And the landscaper (Antonio... he's dreamy!)... came by and instead of just mowing my lawn, he trimmed all my hedges, and added a few spots of colour around my yard.  I feel fresh and clean.

Day 7: There were a bunch of Realtors who came by this morning.  They tromped through the house, and looked at all of my rooms.  Some of them even made their way down to my basement.  They made some suggestions, and were on their way within a half hour.  I'm exhausted.

Day 8: I'm on the market... I'm on the market!!  There are beautiful photos of me all over the internet...  And there's a sign stuck in my front yard that says "FOR SALE".

Day 14: We've had lots of strangers showing up.  Often when my owners aren't home. This makes me really nervous.  The first time that happened, I got so excited, I accidentally set off the security alarm.  Everyone got really excited, but I felt better when the police showed up and made the Realtor show her credentials.

Day 23: I'm totally exhausted by over three weeks of having to look pretty... but I've heard a rumour that someone has written an offer on me.  I hope it was the couple with the little boy.  He was so cute, and he liked my room with the blue paint.  It would be perfect for him, and I'd love having him here.

Day 24: They say I'm sold.  It was the family with the little boy, and they have a little girl, too... and a dog.  I don't like dogs... they scratch my floors and they chew on my doors and casements.  I'm sad, and nervous.

Day 25: The family that bought me came by for their inspection.  They didn't bring the little boy or his sister, but they brought this mean man who told them all the things that are wrong with me.  He said that my furnace is ailing... and that I have a leak in my foundation... the nerve!!

Day 26: My family has agreed to repair the foundation, and they're going to give the new family a credit to repair my furnace... whew!  I knew I liked them.  I'm going to miss them.

Day 29: The foundation crack has been filled.  I didn't even realize that my foundation was getting wet, but it feels so much better now.

Day 60: My family has moved out.  A big truck arrived, and they loaded all of their things in the truck, and drove away.  She stood on my porch for more than a few minutes and cried.  She touched my brick, tenderly.  I'll miss her... I'm sad.

Day 65: The new family came for something called a "walk-through", and they brought both of the children... they were so excited to see me... and they loved the swingset that my current owners put in the yard for their kids when they were young.  They talked about their plans for me.  I really tried not to like them, but they're going to repaint me, top-to-bottom.  They're going to bring in a brand-new kitchen, and update both bathrooms.  I think we're going to get along just fine.

ALAN MAY, Realtor®
Specializing in Evanston Real Estate and North Shore Real Estate
Coldwell Banker Residential Real Estate, 2929 Central Street, Evanston, IL 60201
847.425.3779      Cell: 847.924.3313      Email: Almay@aol.com
Evanston Real Estate & North Shore Real Estate

    

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