I just sold my house for the asking price to a couple with two little kids who claim they’re going to live in, not tear it down to build a bigger house. These days, buyers send a personal letter with a photo, as if the seller is putting the house up for adoption. I have to say: Cute children will be living in my house. Furthermore, they bought it as is, knowing they’ll have to deal with the termites and dry rot on their own dime. I can stay till late September, so my stuff can be moved directly to the new house instead of going into storage. Now all I have to do is figure out where the stager hid the wastebaskets, the salt and pepper, the Kleenex and the soap. Well, I have to decide what furniture of mine should be moved to the new house. John and I have some oak-teak issues to resolve.
Update: I forgot to mention the buyers’ daughter is a charter school student; their son is a preschooler.