My @!#@!% house won’t sell.
Last summer, homes in our neighborhood sold like hotcakes. I’m talking full-price offers within 2 weeks of going on sale, and average sale time from first day for sale to closing of 60 days. Yay! At that point, we decide we want to do The Big Move back to Michigan. Our timing was impeccable - it went on the market a week after September 11, when nobody was doing anything. Since then, we’ve had gazillions of showings - up around 100 at this point. Nothing. Wait - we had one semi-offer, for $15K below what we were asking and they had a house to sell. Given that we were having so much trouble selling our house, waiting for their house to sell wasn’t what we wanted to do.
That was in January. I just hear today that those people, who last week were reportedly still interested in our house once their house sold, got a $40K gift from their parents, sold their house, and put an offer on a different, more expensive house in our neighborhood. Also, a house 3 doors down from us which countless people have told us was a ‘weird’ house with a basement that looked like it had been finished by monkeys has an offer on it. Meanwhile, our house, which many nosy neighbors have told us was the nicest house for sale in the neighborhood, languishes. (these nosy neighbors go around to all the houses when they come for sale and look through 'em). It’s been eight bloody months. Up until now, I’ve told myself that it’s just because nothing in the neighborhood was selling. Now it seems that stuff is selling, but not ours! We’ve dropped the price $20K from what we were first asking. We’ve spiffed the house up, rearranged, etc. etc. Doesn’t seem like there’s much else we can DO!
, so that entitled her to more than half of the house’s value. :mad: I was so mad I could barely see straight. Talk about a dog in the manger – she doesn’t want the house, but won’t sell it. Finally Mr. S had it out with her, and we ended up grudgingly agreeing to buy her a new riding lawn mower for her new place, just to get her out. :mad: :mad: :mad: (Never mind that WE didn’t even have a (working) riding mower, and we had a LOT more to mow.)