I’ve been browsing through the web real-estate pages for a few weeks now, fantasising about the sea-change that I thoroughly deserve, of course! Looking at places that I can’t afford, and many that I wouldn’t live in a pink fit either.
And what should I come across but a 5 acre bush block my mum bought back in 1976. :eek:
She sold it in 1983, much to the chagrin of my sibs and me because we LOVED ‘The Block’ with its primitive facilities and the kangaroos, numbats and the musty old caravans where we bunked on our weekend jaunts. It was tres grouse, and we were much miffed when she sold it.
But anyway, it’s back on the market now (at ten times the price she flogged it for of course) but it’s there all the same. And I WANT it.
I don’t care that it’s probably overpriced, I don’t give a shit that the land itself is completely useless for agricultural purposes and is as dry as a nuns tushi, I don’t care doodly squat that it won’t appreciate much in years to come (although if the last 20 years have seen a tenfold increase, chances are…)
Aw! That brings back fab memories of our ‘bush block’ that my parents sold in 1984. It was in this tiny backwoods town in Queensland, a place where nobody ever went. The town? NOOSA.
If my stupid parents had hung on another 10 years, we’d all be millionaires!
Good luck with the bank. Tell them there’s a sentimental connection already. Banks care about that sort of thing.
rNr
But don’t tell the seller ! Make sure he knows *you * know all the downsides of the lot, and for how much it was sold in the eighties. And of course, you know all that stuff because [del]it’s where you have your fondest childhood memories[/del] you’re a very critical and savvy property buyer, who did his research, and who can’t be conned into paying more then the lot is worth.
Signed Maastricht, who bought the apartment below the one she used to live in last year.
