I thought I wasn't.
I received a very rude awakening yesterday.
David and I have been trying to sell the house for about a month now. (You know, due to our moving to Kansas City and all.) We only bought the house about 6 months ago, so we had very little wiggle room in terms of the price we could accept. We also needed to unload the house FAST, since we have (relatively) very little in our emergency fund (Ugh...more about that in another post...).
We listed the house, and a few weeks later dropped the asking price down a dramatic $10,000, hoping to attract some attention. We got a showing the next day - sweet. Two days later, we got an offer - sweeter. However, the offer was low - a full $15,000 below even our strategic price plunge. We literally did not have the liquid funds to make this offer work, so we countered somewhere in the middle.
Then, we received a counter-counter offer that came halfway between the original offer and our counter (still with me?) but was contingent on us throwing in some of our stuff.
The buyer wanted our entertainment center, our flat-screen TV, and our elliptical machine.
But the tears kept coming. What was going on?
I'm not quite sure to make of it, exactly. I mean, I know why I want that stuff.
- The elliptical machine represents my only opportunity to work out (or work out alone, anyway) and get my skinny-lady body back after having three kids in three years.
- The entertainment center is pretty much the biggest piece of furniture in our house, and will be one of the major things that will make our rented Kansas townhouse feel like home.
- TV in general is a great obsession of mine. Stay-at-home motherhood involves lots of naptime home maintenance, and I was looking forward to doing it in the presence of a 42" showing of Twilight or Harry Potter movies. Watching our favorite shows is one of the only things David and I do together just him and me - it definitely is the only "date night" type thing we can afford to do.
Still, I could go on brisk walks with the kids, two in our jogging stroller and one slung. We still would have our couches and coffee table to make the new place feel like home. And David and I could watch our shows on a little 19" dinosaur-TV, or even on our laptop.
Thankfully, thanks to our incredible Realtor/dear friend, we were able to make the deal work without forfeiting our stuff. These things that help make our house a home and contribute to my stay-at-home-mom sanity retention will be coming to Kansas with us.
But the question remains - why was I so upset? Or, perhaps more importantly, why do I still feel utterly violated at this buyer's request for my things? Here at The Frugal Ima, we're supposed to be celebrating moments, not things. Right?