![]() ![]() Why would anyone want to sell a house like that? Could that “quaint” little house, with its healthy gardens, lived-in rooms and burgundy front door really be mine? Built in 1928, it even had history. It told the world my house was no longer a secure link in the community, it had become untethered. The day the For Sale sign went up was a turning point. I had no idea how astonishingly intimate the relationship between vendor and agent could become. Being on the other side of things gave me a whole new perspective on the agent’s role. Infectiously reassuring, she immediately began pulling ideas out of her head and plotting a campaign. In the end I put names into a hat, emerged with DNG’s Deirdre O’Gara, and made contact. But life’s a dodgy proposition so I carried on anyway.įrom writing about property I had known and worked with so many estate agents over the years that finally choosing one to sell my house wasn’t easy. All this well-meant concern brought moments of doubt. My kitchen was cluttered, one said, I should take out the table. I discovered what friends really thought of my decor. What I didn’t want was to live life’s third act as a preparation for death. You don’t want to die alone in France, do you?” What was I thinking of, leaving all this? Leaving great neighbours, the neighbourhood? Leaving my beloved Dublin? For I do love Dublin. Lavender hedging scented my way to the front door, sun on the back patio was privately mine. What I didn't want was to live life's third act as a preparation for death In a cul-de-sac off Sandymount’s Bath Avenue, the heart of Googletown, it had location, location, location and, in those glorious, end-of-August days, a light that was wonderful. My suddenly decluttered, repaired, cleaned and polished house took on an impossible desirability. There were doubts, of course there were doubts. In the south of France, to be precise, in Montpellier or a nearby village to be even more precise. The aim was to fold up my Dublin life, the dream to start another in France. I'd thought about it for years, a niggle that became a dream that came closer to reality last September when I finally put my much loved, often happily-lived in home on the market.
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