I have lived in our house most of my life. When my parents moved out of state in their retirement, I bought the house I grew up in. My family moved into this home when I was 4 or 5 years old. I lived there until I got married, and Carole and I bought our own house when I was 24. Ten years later we bought it from my parents, and sold our house to my sister.
People have often asked me if it is strange living in the house I grew up in. Living in the house itself is not all that weird, but there are two things that have been odd. The first is when I went to the corner store and saw the same people working there that had been there when I was little. The second was visiting my parents in North Carolina, and seeing the furniture I grew up with in a different home.
Now that we are moving overseas, it's time to sell. We had considered keeping it and renting it, but decided not to. Its too much hassle to be a long distance land lord and having to have someone manage things for us. We opted for a clean break.
In anticipation of selling, we had the house inspected. It has several minor issues, and some cosmetic ones. We had addressed some of them, and had a plan to address the rest when the offer came through. So we accelerated everything and now the house has been listed even though it is still being painted.
Yesterday was our first open house, and, lucky us, it snowed! We still had a decent amount of people in to see it. We just have to wait and see if we start getting any offers.
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