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Light and Bright with Room for a Pool

Posted on by buffythebitchyblogger

Another flashback to Buffy’s blog.com site, dating back to early 2015. 

 

So we decided to sell our house… Only we didn’t really decide to sell it. If that sounds vaguely familiar, then you read my inaugural blog entry. If you’re a slacker and missed it, rewind (errrr, scroll down) and read it so you’ll be even steven with the rest of us.

Today is a day of reflection as I look back on the words that have occupied my brain space since we decided to sell our house.

What buyers MUST have, according to them:

  • light and bright
  • tons of natural light
  • room for a pool
  • de-cluttered everything
  • open concept
  • granite countertops
  • spacious master bedroom
  • ensuite
  • his and her sinks
  • high ceilings
  • at least 5 bedrooms
  • media room
  • exercise room
  • landscaped yard

What people beat the shit out of you for not having:

  • a pool big enough to host the next Olympics
  • a summer kitchen because, you know, everyone is Houston wants to grill outside in the summer when it’s 100 degrees in the shade and sweating through one’s clothes is super sexy
  • three-car garage (really? REALLY? Because the best I can tell, people with Range Rovers never park in their garages because who would see their RRs and be impressed? And for those who drive the large SUVs, it’s a tight squeeze, and who wants to be squeezed tight while they’re unloading kids and pets and groceries and sporting equipment and…)
  • a yard the size of Disneyland
  • Disneyland

What people beat the shit out of you for having:

  • light and bright
  • tons of natural light
  • room for a pool
  • de-cluttered everything
  • open concept
  • granite countertops
  • spacious master bedroom
  • ensuite
  • his and her sinks
  • high ceilings
  • at least 5 bedrooms
  • media room
  • exercise room
  • landscaped yard

If you’ve ever sold your house, please Please PLEASE tell me this will all be over soon, because it’s enough to make Buffy bitchy.

But Buffy isn’t really bitchy because I have a fabulous de-cluttered open concept home that’s light and bright with beautiful granite countertops and room for a pool in the spacious, meticulously landscaped backyard that’s big enough for people and pets to play. And? I’m the winner because I get to live in this fabulous house we call home.

So We Decided to Sell Our House

Posted on by buffythebitchyblogger

This blog entry was originally posted on Buffy’s blog.com site in Fall 2014. Here’s to the blog that started it all:

 

So we decided to sell our house.

Only we didn’t really decide to sell it, rather someone else decided we should sell it. With the likes of “hot market” and “bidding wars” filling the air, the idea of pocketing some change and moving on to the next home was indeed worth consideration.

Rewind to October. The hubs and I were just minding our own business and livin’ the dream in one of Houston’s vibrant inner-loop neighborhoods. Happy marriage: check. Incredible kiddos: check. Good health, solid careers, fab home: check, check, check. So yeah, lots of checks.

Enter stage left: Krazy K, the neighborhood’s new part-time player in residential real estate. You know the type: squeezing in a sale or two each year between PTO and keeping up with the Joneses. Twice my size — and I’m talking height — and deceiving from the word go, this crack of a pot convinced the two of us she had a buyer for our home. I have to hand it to girl wonder: Her shtick was intriguing. According to a carefully crafted script, all KK needed was a one-time showing and we’d have a contract in hand by the end of the day. Easy peasy. Pop the cork on the champagne and toast a quick victory. High fives and fist bumps. No need to declutter or clean closets or blah, blah effing blah.

Of course, that ended up a super-sized joke. Big Bertha simply brought a sidekick employee from the office and presented her as this extremely interested buyer. While I could insert a soliloquy-length’s commentary here, in the end, Amazon girl only wanted our listing. In. A. Big. Way. We cried foul and promptly shooed her out the door like the rat she is. (Stay tuned, because Krazy K isn’t out of the picture yet.)

And if that’s not enough to make Buffy bitchy, I’m not sure what is.

But Buffy really isn’t bitchy, because no one, particularly not a deceptive part-time real estate salesperson, is going to steal my joy or trample the happy life I enjoy. All the things I cherished when we decided to sell our house still have check marks by them: a happy family, good health, a fabulous home and a very bright future.

So until next time, cheers to all. (clink)