We're meeting with listing agents now, looking to find someone to help us sell our house. All very frightening. Well--'frightening' is too strong, but it's stressful. Essentially you're entrusting someone you've met only for maybe an hour, and read about some on the internet, to handle an incredibly significant action for you. And it's significant not just financially, but also emotionally. For all that I dislike the city where we live, I love our house. Every morning I come in and work, sitting by an enormous floor to ceiling window that runs the length of my den. Outside the bees circle around a limb of the giant tree in our backyard. In the summer, a smaller tree gives us lemons. Our front yard has a white picket fence covered in rose bushes. Right now the roses are in bloom, and the blossoms and the flowers tower into the air. It's fantastic.
On Saturday we met with two different realtors. One was recommend--through a friend of a friend--and the other we found off the internet. Both had good and bad qualities: I think I have to meet with them both again. They both work in teams; it seems like one person does negotiations and contracts and the other is in charge of 'prettifying' the house--getting it looking sharp and snappy for sales.
A greatly embarrassing moment: the Bink bit one of the realtors! He was one of those guys who, when told a dog is not good with strangers, responds "It's fine, I love dogs. And they love me." So then he stretched out his hand and Bink bit him. And drew blood! Which has never happened before, ever. But it was terrible embarrassing. Of course he laughed it off, but still. Urp. We're going to have get the Bink some training when we move. I'm planning for our house to be a center for swirling gay cafe society--a constant stream of dinner parties, intellectual salons, and wine tastings. And that means we can't have a dog who loses his mind anytime strangers come around. What's frustrating is that, around us, he's the most sweet and docile little bear in the world. But, he isn't used to strangers.
He's very much like his parents, I guess: very kind to people he likes, and very grouchy towards people he doesn't know.