If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you may remember that we put our house up for sale a year ago. Just over a year ago, actually. I looked up the date.
This really has been a long year, from the point of view of trying to sell the house. On average, we’ve had one-and-a-quarter viewing a month (is that good?), although we went through a painful patch of months over the summer without the estate agent calling once.
In my opinion, the weather makes a huge difference in viewings. It seems that when it begins to brighten up in spring, people emerge from their winter cocoons, looking for new places to live (or at least, that’s what happened last year). Having experienced all four seasons now, I’m just waiting for that stage again, in the hopes that knocking loads of money off the original asking price will tempt someone this time.
It is depressing, the lack of control. We’ve changed estate agents again (third time lucky!) in the pretence that we actually have any kind of say over what happens in this process. We’ve been told that there’s nothing we can actually change with the house itself, and the only thing we have control over is the price.
So… we’ll keep on waiting, and hoping. However, we’ll be having another baby in the summer and will have to make Scarlett’s school application by the end of the year (gulp!), so we have everything crossed that it will happen soon.