Let’s get the obvious out of the way: It’s absurdly over-priced. I did find something in San Francisco for $475,000. Only problem is it’s just a tenth acre of land with weeds on it.
What’s got me batty is what sellers think they can get away with. Why are allegedly professional Realtors showing homes still full of junk? Not a stack of boxes and a dresser in the corner that the movers didn’t get yet, but I mean up to your knees, watch your step, oops sorry, JUNK!
And good ol’ grubby, grimy, icky, vile nasty messes in the kitchen? How many years ago did something explode in the microwave? The seller is taking the fridge, right? No, I don’t want to negotiate for it. The seller IS taking that fridge! One house, we made the mistake of opening the fridge. We all had to run outside for air. How about the two townhomes with the overwhelming stench of CAT in one bedroom?
Anyone want to offer $569,000 for a screw-it-up-yourselfer’s dream? Everywhere you turned was some “improvement” at about 90% completion. Beautiful sink, lovely granite tile counter. Too bad the two aren’t actually joined together. Oh, the outlets really should be inside the walls, rather than dangling out on wires. Will there be a door on this bathroom? Would be a good home for TV’s In a Fix to work on. Another was in such sad shape that you’d need to beg This Old House to help merge the three micro-kitchens into one. This one was mind-boggling - the sink and a two-foot stub of countertop was in one room, the cooker was around the corner, and the fridge was thirty feet way, through two doorways.
Don’t even ask about the three-bedroom house powered by one 15-amp lighting fuse and one 15-amp outlets fuse. “Ma, the fridge is about to turn on! Shut off a light or two!” Speaking of old - “My, these 1960’s copper/dark brown appliances and sinks have held up surprisingly well!”
One house greeted me with a rain of cockroaches when I looked into a closet. My Realtor deadpanned “So this one’s a no?”
Another house had the curious smell of burned house. Might explain why every single wall was freshly painted and all the carpet was new. Uh, this will be in the disclosures, right?
Finally find one that’s not been burned, pissed on by cats, mutilated by weekend warriors or in need of an immediate gut-to-the-studs kitchen and bathroom remodel. To even have a chance at buying it, we have to overbid by $35,000. And write a letter to the owner. “We really, really love your home and would really, really love to own it!” Yeck. So now, we make the offer and wait for the seller to review whatever offers they get, make a counter-offer and be prepared to counter the counter-offer.
and they wonder why people just keep renting all their lives…