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Total # of Homes Sold: 41

Average Listing Price: $250,873

Average Selling Price: $229,191

Average Days on the Market: 185 days

Months of Supply on the Market: 22.17

In an effort for these stats to be read on all the blog sources that we send them to (Facebook, Linked In, etc) I will be posting in a “non chart” fashion. 

Waynesville Single Family Residential Homes Sold: Report Range: 1/1/09- 3/16/09

# of Homes sold: 31

Average Listing Price: $250,936

Average Selling Price: $226,459

Average Days on Market: 201

Months of Supply On Market: 19.3

6 Months Supply = Balanced Market

Less than 6 Months Supply is Sellers Market

More than 6 Months Supply is Buyers Market

 Source for stats: NC Mountains MLS Inc

 Source: NC Mountains MLS Inc.

From 1/1/08- 5/31/08 83 homes have sold in Waynesville compared to 89 homes sold from 1/1/07-5/31/07. Who said the market was slow

Trying to concentrate on what I really needed to be doing the rain was lulling me to into a state of relaxation. Not knowing if what I was hearing was actually part of a dream that I  was slipping into or an actual voice, I was suddenly aroused by the fact that I heard my name being called. “Sue” It was my mom, or so I thought. Oh, I was sure of it. I even heard her footsteps as she was climbing the stairs. I couldn’t believe that with all I had to do I had allowed myself the luxury of getting into such a relaxed state that I was ready to fall asleep. Getting up off the chair that I had been so comfortable in just a few moments earlier, I answered her. “Yes Mom, what do you need?” No response. “Mom?” I walked to the foyer and bent over the wooden railing. The stairway was empty. As I descended into a quick run down the stairs I reached the bottom calling her name again as I felt the old oak boards under my feet. I felt myself getting annoyed that she wasn’t answering me. Walking down the hallway I peeked into her sitting room. There she was fast asleep in her chair, mouth gaping and her chest gently rising and falling with each breath that she was taking.

No, It definitely wasn’t her that I heard calling me. Was it a dream after all or was it just another weird encounter here at our home on Pigeon St? There have been so many here since we purchased our house. I realize that they have become just part of weekly if not sometimes daily experiences. I am fully awake now. I realize that this was probably just what he wanted. Maybe somehow he knew that I did not need to be resting. The fog is lifting and I am reflecting on the past ten years and our experiences. It is time now to sell this great old house and I am sad. Not only because of all the love and hard work, trials and tribulations that have made us stronger, but also because we will be leaving behind a part of out lives that has been quite annoying at times but also has added interest and fun. It is like we will be leaving behind an old friend.

–
Susan