As if the approaching Christmas season wasn’t stressful enough, I was the Craft Stall Coordinator for our local school’s major fundraiser; The Tairua Wine and Food Festival.
Then, to add to the drama of my life, my husband was successful in a recent job application, which meant we had 4 weeks to pack up and move to the glorious city of Hamilton.
Houses were selling pretty quickly in our small coastal community of Tairua, so we thought we would try our luck and sell privately. The thought of missing out on a valuable $20,000 or so hurt so much.
I had a few staged photos of our home from our Air Bnb listing, and reluctantly parted with $400 to create a Trade Me listing.
I painted a large sign and fixed it in prime position, at the busiest side of the one-lane bridge, leading up the Coromandel Coast. On the Friday it was facing the hoards of punters heading away for the weekend, and on the Sunday I’d shift it to the other side, so they could catch a glance of it on their return.
Optimistically I made up some flyers to hand out at the open homes my husband would host. We had only a small amount of interest, and with the impending start date loaming of my husbands new job, we contemplated listing with an agent, worried we were missing out on some secret list of potential buyers.
Thankfully we got an offer. It was so close to our asking price we accepted, and signed the agreement. We couldn’t believe it. It took only 3 weeks.
Our evenings had been consumed with internet searches of Hamilton properties. Our weekends were dedicated to staging the house and hosting open homes. The children had been neglected.
Now our weekends would be consumed with trips to Hamilton to view potential properties and MacDonalds for lunch.