Toronto Star

It’s time to leave my country home. Am I ready?

From cleaning to staging, it takes a lot of work to make a house good to sell

- CAROLA VYHNAK

‘‘ Whether the real estate gods are polishing their smiles is uncertain … while the supply shortage is good news to sellers, it can trap you as a buyer. I’ll be both hunter and hunted.

CAROLA VYHNAK

Freelance writer Carola Vyhnak is leaving her four-acre country home north of Cobourg, Ont. for a smaller place in a nearby town. She’s keeping a diary about her downsizing journey. In the first instalment, she describes getting ready to list her place:

It’s hard to toss your family into a rain-soaked dumpster and feel good about it. But they gotta go.

I’ve kept the best ones for sentimenta­l reasons, but the big bag of old photos will be an extra burden on moving day. Still, it’s a sad farewell to the discarded loved ones joining other people’s detritus in the bin.

Declutteri­ng is the first step along the road of downsizing from my peaceful, rural home to a bungalow in town. Every year the renowned rolling hills of Northumber­land County where I live seem to get steeper, so it’s time for this country mouse with a bad knee to find a smaller nest close to urban convenienc­es.

Whether the real estate gods are polishing their smiles is uncertain. The market is shifting as homebuyers come out of winter hibernatio­n to sniff around low inventorie­s and recently stabilized interest rates. But while the supply shortage is good news to sellers, it can trap you as a buyer. I’ll be both hunter and hunted.

With the big purge of house contents finished, I tackle the fun stuff, plugging nail holes, touching up paintwork and deep-cleaning grubby spots.

It takes an hour just to scrub the film off neglected shower walls in the downstairs bathroom using a Googled formula of vinegar, baking soda and dish soap.

Then I YouTube my way through removing the oven door to clean a six-year-old drip between the glass panels, and through bravely replacing a broken ceiling light fixture, in the dark.

Wading through the pool of realtors to list with is another enlighteni­ng experience, this enjoyed at the hands of my chatty massage therapist. Kneading my tense trapezius muscles, she brands one agent a cutthroat shark who swims by their own rules while hinting that another is a mild-mannered minnow who couldn’t sell a fishbowl.

I meet with four agents to discuss services, strategies and pricing, but with few comparable properties under $1 million, their valuations span a $200,000-range.

Jacqueline Pennington, a leading

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