Post #3 from Lindsay: Getting ready to sell

We had a realtor friend of my Mom's over (Cande) to give us an idea about what might be involved in selling our house.
My husband and I decided that the time was ripe to put our home on the market but we really didn't have the foggiest idea about how to do it. It's the first time we've ever done this because the house in question is the first place we've owned.
Cande hadn't ever seen the place before so it was fun to catch up. She got to see our place and meet our daughter for the first time. She asked a few very good questions about our situation. She wanted to know a.) How soon do you want to try and sell your home? b.) Where do you want to relocate to? c.) What will be the asking price of the home?
We wanted to know what we needed to do to show the home as soon as possible. Her answer was to fix a few odds and ends that we had to get to anyway even if we were going to stay and also in an off-hand sort of way "oh and just tidy up the place," and she'd be back the following week to take some photos for the listing.
This last sentence makes me smirk internally. You see, I am a recovering pack rat and my husband is a pack rat in denial. I say recovering because it's a disease that you are never really cured from. The idea of moving makes me cringe at the thought of having to get rid of the stuff one accumulates when one lives in one place for a while.
I like to consider ourselves green individuals. This is just a simple excuse to hang onto everything in case one might use it later. What does a person do about said problem? Call the family for reinforcements. I say family because only they could manage to tolerate doing such a heinous task and they work for unlimited food and beverages.
Over the weekend the family helped us clear the detritus of several years of living in one place. I'm not going to say that it was fun, but boy I guess I wouldn't mind staying so much now that it's done. Wouldn't they be mad if I called them up and said "April Fools!" Ha!