We haven’t found our dream home in Whistler yet. Perhaps because our dreams are quite different. A suite at the Chateau Whistler has enough square footage for my needs. Squirrel still covets a slopeside mansion. Our nine-year old would be quite happy camping under a jump in the bike park, and our five-year old just wants everyone trapped in the same room so he can torture us all with his non-stop rapid fire questions.
Renting has come across our radar as a very good possibility. There is a 3 bedroom town home listed for rent walking distance from both the school and a grocery store. However, because it’s a resort town, most rentals in Whistler are rented furnished. And that changes everything.
It’s one thing to speculate about how much an object costs you to store, but it’s an entirely different thing to actually have to pay per square foot to store it.
The flood gates have opened.
Here’s what I donated or listed for sale this week:
– kids table and chairs
– kids plastic shopping cart
– another garbage bag full of clothes and toys
Listed (on Craigslist or eBay):
– entryway table
– nursing glider and ottoman
– chair and ottoman
– wardrobe storage cabinet
– set of speakers
– coffee table
– fertilizer spreader
– broken lawn mower
– leather couch
– tv cabinet
And we still have way more stuff than we’d like to pay to store! Ideally, and I say ideally knowing it will likely end up much less than ideal, I would only like to pay to store the following:
– sectional couch
– love seat
– kitchen table and bench
– king bed, side tables, dresser (our bedroom set)
– coffee table set (4 pcs. glass)
…which means the china cabinet, the kid’s bunk beds which they’ve almost outgrown, 4 dining chairs, and 3 bar stools need to be reconsidered.
We hired a real estate agent this week and I’ve been able to channel some of my moving angst into sending her non-stop e-mails and calling twice daily. Poor unsuspecting woman.
We also talked my Dad into coming straight from helping my sister paint her kitchen to our house to help with touch-ups. The term elder abuse came up, but we conveniently assumed he was kidding.
Hopefully, we’ll be able to list the house by next weekend. If my agent is reading this she’ll be laughing hysterically, but I have high hopes and lofty expectations. A dream client, no?
If anyone has some advice for me on how to stay sane during a move, I need to hear it!