We listed my grandparents’ condo today. They lived there for 36 years. I couldn’t afford to buy it, but I’m not particularly sad about that. I am really sad my grandmother didn’t get to see the photos in the listing though. They intended to sell the place, but with them in the hospital I refused to spend a lot of time and effort cleaning the place and prepping it for sale when I could be spending time with them. It just wasn’t my top priority. It would have happened, but slowly. My grandfather understood. After Gram came back from the hospital, her memory wasn’t very good. She remembered they were going to sell it and that stagers were going to prepare it. But she couldn’t remember when I told her it wasn’t ready yet. She kept asking to take a trip to see what it looked like staged. She wasn’t in any shape to do so, besides the fact that it wasn’t staged yet.
As you can see from the photos in the listing, the place looks gorgeous. Not really much like when they lived there though. It had the cluttered grandparents look. The look the stager was going for was
successful mid-40s manager.
I’m going to miss it.