Mom and Dad bought their condo in suburban Columbus more than 20 years ago. They enjoyed the place, and after Dad’s death Mom has lived there very happily. Now, however, she has decided that the condo is more house than she really needs or wants, so it is being put up for sale.
The process of getting the condo ready to sell has been a chance for our family to work together on a single project for the first time in a long time. Children and grandchildren alike have spent hours cleaning and scrubbing, sweeping and vacuuming, boxing things up and moving things out. It’s been a good chance for us all to reconnect, and with five kids and spouses and grandkids pitching in to share the workload, it made the cleanup and clean out process manageable . . . and fun, too. The experience also has been another illustration of how much stuff Americans tend to accumulate — and for what purpose? Our work at Mom’s condo has caused Kish and me to recommit ourselves to thinning out our collection of boxes and those random, long-unused items stored in closets, the basement, and the garage.
We’ve hired a realtor, and he has guided us through the process of getting the place ready to be shown. We’ve weighed his comparables information, set a price, and tried to avoid too much second-guessing about it, and this past weekend the condo went on the market. I stopped over on Saturday to make sure the realtor had everything he needs, and I bumped into some empty nesters being shown through the condo by a different realtor. They said the condo was lovely, which I appreciated, and I was happy that there was traffic — but seeing them there gave me an odd feeling. I’m not sure I’ll stop by again.