For a week before the big day, I deep-cleaned some room or focused on brightening the appearance of another room. My son got enlisted to scrub floors (in addition to toilets) and dust off the ceiling fans.
I’m not saying I own too many pairs of shoes (an impossibility in my world), but I had to remove all of my boots so the floor of my closet was visible. Apparently, anything that looks like clutter has to go!
In the hours leading up to the event, every floor got cleaned and every surface was set to sparkling. Lit candles added wonderful atmosphere. Fresh-baked peanut butter chocolate chip cookies invited people in to stay.
Time to Start
My husband agreed to be the guide of the upstairs and I would be the official greeter. He put a movie in the DVD player – something that seems to be happening in every house we’ve walked through – and settled in.
I parked myself with my iPad in a chair facing the front door. Breathing deeply, I practiced my casual, welcoming smile and greeting.
We’re ready. Let the games begin!
After 1 Hour
My husband comes down and snags a couple cookies. He gives me an encouraging grin.
I decide to read a collection of short stories on my Kindle application. This way, it should be easy to set things aside when people show up.
Ready, set…Begin – anytime now. May the odds be ever in our favor!
After 2 Hours
I’m reading the encouraging comments from my friends on Facebook. I’ve moved to the kitchen counter so I can visit blogs and post comments. After all, I have a platform to build.
Apparently, things started happening in The Avengers because I didn’t see my husband for quite some time. Later, I learn he has fallen asleep.
Must be rough.
After 3 Hours
I’m pacing to the front windows every few minutes. I stare out at the Open House sign and mentally will people to pull up. Apparently, this is not one of my super powers.
Every sound outside perks up my ears, and I think someone is finally coming to see all this work I’ve done. All this cleaning and straightening won’t be for nothing after all.
My husband comes downstairs and reminds me that most people will come later. Any time now, they’ll start showing up.
After 4 Hours
I must have been insane to dedicate five hours on the second day of National Novel Writing Month to something like this. Who knew it would be a total waste of time?
Even real estate agents plan to get paperwork done or catch up on reading when they host an Open House. Why did I expect anything different?
Okay, I didn’t. I did hope someone would come to see the house, though, even if they were just out for a drive and saw the sign.
Instead, I wasted hours cleaning, straightening and fretting about every little piece of lint in my house. Further, I didn’t get to meet my writing goal of 3,000 words for the day because I knew I would be a bear if interrupted during my writing time.
When someone asks if we’re having another Open House, I don’t feel like slapping them anymore. I laugh. Sure, if I want to waste a week of my life. Why not?
Do you have any experiences with trying to sell a house? Maybe you’ve experienced another time when you’ve gone overboard preparing for some event and then it failed to meet your expectations.
Of course, I’ve talked about that whole expectations thing before. What was I thinking?
5 thoughts on “Reflections of an Open House”
We went through a lot if what you mentioned but had the perk of our realtor talking w/others and getting the word out for us. We then got kicked out of our home for the day. Even with all that there were only three potential buyers that stopped by. Sorry it is not going as easy as hoped. Don’t give up!
We aren’t giving up on selling. Having another open house? I give up on that for sure.
My Dad traded his old house for the one they live in now… I’m not positive what to recommend. Though I will miss that house after all is said and done. I have a lot of memories there, and I will be sure to share them after the house is sold.
Maybe you could seek a tenant (or two) for now?
I dream of meeting someone who wants to trade houses, but that is an uncommon occurrence. Yes, lots of memories were made in this house, but even if we leave the house behind, the memories will go with us forever.
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