Open house day 1: After a week of blue skies and sunshine, Saturday morning brings grey skies and snow. Not a huge amount - only a couple of centimetres - but we're West Coast folk; any amount of snow that actually sticks to the ground and doesn't melt immediately causes havoc and mayhem.
One couple shows up for the open house. Literally one couple shows up for the entire two hour open house. They're in the condo for under fifteen minutes. While they're there, our fireplace blows up. It's an electric fireplace so it wasn't as devastating as if, say, a gas fireplace exploded in our condo but it was still an unfortunate event. Our Realtor does her best to air out the smoke but we still come home to a condo that smells like an electrical fire.
Open house day 2: More snow! And also wind. Lots and lots of wind.
Sunday is marginally better because five couples show up to see the condo. The condo that still smells like an electrical fire. Unfortunately, our Realtor has to shut down for a bit while she deals with the police. Apparently her signs were creating some sort of traffic hazard due to the wind. Momentum is lost and our weekend of open houses fizzles to a close.
This weekend is the perfect example of why I don't want to move.