I had a realtor over last night. She was my realtor when I bought my house 3+ years ago, so it feels as though we are friends, and I just love her, and trust her opinions. She asked what my plans where and I showed her the Tiny House book... and she said she's been wanting a similar house - on a shared property with her family when she retires. It seems like lots of people have a tiny house dream hiding in the back of their minds. So interesting.
The meeting lasted two hours! But - I learned most of what I needed to know. Namely, what do I need to do to my house before it's on the market, and what furniture should stay or go for staging purposes.
It was so strange waiting for her arrival. I was nervous, excited, sad.... a mixed bag for sure. I only got a lump in my throat twice (once when telling her how special my street is - the neighbors, and the little Tudors... and once when I was telling her all the history of the original owners of the house...) and I didn't let one tear roll! Silly I know, but that was an accomplishment. I get a lump in my throat just typing about it. But! Even though I have a bit of sadness, my excitement for the future far outweighs it.
To prepare for the sale, mostly what I need to do is a bit of painting. Not bad at all. And then we talked about staging, and now I know what furniture I need to take out. She says we are going for "sparse." I get that - make the smaller house look more spacious.
I'll look to have my big "sell everything" sale in early November.
Let the games begin.