My dad died a few months ago, leaving me - the only living family member - to deal with all the grown up stuff left over. One would think that since I am, technically, a grown up, I should be well aware of how to do these things. Unfortunately, I'm figuring it out as a I go, because they don't teach you this in college.
Long story short. I am one broke chicky.
You remember I told you about my barns full of stuff? Well I've still got barns full of stuff. I've just added dad's house full of stuff to the barns full of stuff. I've got stuff. I can't just have an estate sale and expect to have any kind of success at it. It takes a certain kind of commitment for someone to come out and look around out here. And it would take a significant effort on my part, and that's money lost from the repair shop and fill up station trying to get all this sorted in time for a successful estate sale.
I mean, I could probably close up the car shop and make this my full time job, but at least the car shop is some kind of steady income you know?
I was hoping that maybe you'd be wiling to do some brokering for me ass I go? Or if that's not feasible, maybe just be willing to put some of my stuff in your shop as I go through it all? I'd pay you commission, or rent space, or however you wanted to do it.
I'm open to just about anything at this point. I just need to downsize, but I need to do it at a reasonable pace, and make sure that I'm being both sensible about the urgency of my financial situation, but also getting a fair price for what I have out here. The knee jerk reaction is to just liquidate, as the bank breathes down my neck but [...] Some of this stuff sat on the shelves of this fill up station the day my granddad opened it - I'm not going to stick a neon green sticker on it and sell it to someone for a dime at a yard sale because I'm afraid of the bank.