whoa

Okay, we had a walk-through yesterday. Their realtor asked our realtor, in an off-hand way, if we'd take x-dollars for the house. Our realtor replied, "Put it in writing and I'll present it to my clients." X-dollars would be fine. Excellent. Really, really good. Of course, I don't know if that was the beginning of an offer or just a fishing expedition. In either case, I haven't discussed with our realtor what our bottom line is, or how much we'd be willing to wiggle. She doesn't need to know that.

Today at noon a couple arrived with another realtor. According to hobbitt the showing went really well. They're coming back tonight.

The vibes of this ordeal are so much different than the last time we sold a house. I knew I was coming to a much more, shall we say pricey area, and felt I had to squeeze every dollar out of the house that I could. We'll make a small fortune in just the 2 years and 9 months we've lived here, and we're downsizing, so I don't feel any of the angst or stress or clenching that I did then. My calm and hobbitt's seeming delight at the showings - well, let's just say that this is a new sensation. And I'm liking it.

Perhaps we'll sell our house soon. Perhaps it won't be soon. Either way, it's all good. But check in with me tomorrow, or whenever price negotiations start. I've never been on the winning end of that. Maybe my streak is coming to an end.