I sold my condo today. It was totally anti-climatic.
I bought the condo (still want to call it my condo but it is now ‘the condo’) at the near-height of the market almost exactly nine years ago. It was so exciting; it was my first place that was entirely my own. For the longest time, every time I would walk up and down the stairs I would say, “mine, mine, mine, mine” with every stair that I climbed. I loved it from the very first moment that I walked into it. It had this smell (still does) that is comforting to me. It was the very first place that I looked at when I was looking to buy and it just felt like home to me.
Fast forward three years to 2007 and the condo was the bane of my existence. The market had crashed and in the meantime I had started dating Mark, got engaged, and then married, and had our first child. And we were still living in the one bedroom loft condo. My super cool condo that I thought I was going to make a profit off of had suddenly become a serious barrier to the life that we wanted.
After one false start, we finally made the decision to buy a house and lease the condo until the market improved. For the last four+ years, we have had tenants in the condo. They left in October and we made the somewhat painful decision to sell the (my) condo. (I had to bring more money to closing than the buyer….so yeah.) We had to sell it at a loss, but it seemed like a better option than slowly bleeding out the money for the next 10+ years.
I thought I would have all these feelings about it: relief, sadness, maudlin for times past. After all, we made a lot of memories there. It is where Mark and I started our relationship, where we got engaged, and where we brought our first baby home to. In reality, I felt almost nothing. It was just another day, another not-so-easy decision. I immediately left closing to make gingerbread houses with Brady’s kindergarten class and did not really give it a second thought. And that’s when it hit me. My life has become so consumed with being wife, mother, and physical therapist that selling the (my) condo was just another choice made in the continual and very delicate balancing act that I call life.
Or maybe I am just in denial since I still want to call it MY condo.