When I first decided to sell my home by owner (FSBO), it felt equal parts exhilarating and absolutely idiotic. I imagined saving thousands in realtor fees, posting charming photos, and signing papers with the smug satisfaction of someone who “beat the system.” I just knew it would sell quickly!
Reality, of course, had other ideas. There were days it felt like I had opened a one-woman circus where I was the ringmaster, the clown, and the human cannonball. Every email, every showing, every “We might be interested…” voicemail gnawed away at my free time and sanity. To make matters worse, I learned a valuable (and humbling) lesson about not counting my chickens before they hatched. Multiple visitors and their realtors swore up and down they were going to make offers. I even got those hopeful “expect a call” pep talks. Then? Crickets. The emotional whiplash was real.
