I turned over the biggest check I’ve ever written and signed and initialled my name more times than I can count today, and I am for the first time in my life a real property owner.
I’ve done this for what amounts to an act of faith in my friends and family, who were universally of the opinion that I should use some inheritance money as a downpayment on a house or condo. It has no inherent appeal to me, as it did to my sister, for example – her definition of success includes owning a home. Nevertheless, I’ve been trying to behave more… I guess “more responsibly about my future” would be the best way to put it. I thought about all this advice, I decided to do it, and been more or less engrossed in this since August. I made my first ever offer on 9/11, and we closed today, 10/12. Pretty fast, I’m told, but longer would have driven me nuts.
I’ve found nothing at all pleasant or encouraging about the experience outside of a few hours while I contemplated whether or not to make an offer on this particular place. I worked with a realtor who I knew was spinning me to believe he was my representative when he really wasn’t, but I accepted that because he was a reasonable source of general information and assuming I bought within the MLS system, he wouldn’t cost me any cash outlay. My credit union jerked around my mortage application so badly that I finally revoked it and went to another lender. The new loan guy told me it was a slam dunk, but kept calling me for new info and documents, but never returned my calls when I was looking for info. To his credit, he did get all the paperwork delivered on time.
The more I learn, the more I question how good a deal I got, and I suppose that is a natural thing. Just a few days ago, I learned from a co-worker about the city Assessor’s website, where I could look up the sales history of my property. The buy I bought it from is a realtor himself (coincidentally? in the same office as “my” guy), who bought it about 6 months ago, did some minor renovations, and turned it around to me for nearly a 30% profit. I also learned I’m paying significantly more (20% more) than other similar properties that have sold in the past two years. After the closing today I met the condo Association prez, who wanted to know what I paid, and said when the other owners found the price being asked for it, they were really pissed off because it would probably result in a reassessment and raise all their property taxes. I have no idea how realistic this is, but I can tell you it’s not a pleasant atmosphere in which to meet the condo VIP, who is also my next door neighbor.
Also disturbing was that the seller was not at the closing – he had pre-signed the necessary documents in advance – and that “my” guy served as the seller’s, ummm… document keeper? He made sure the seller got copies of all necessary documents with my signature, and took them away with him.
I can’t honestly say I feel majorly screwed, but I feel I don’t really want to know any more. I know I can afford the mortage, and there are many good things about the place, and I already know one of my neighbors, a very pleasant person.
All in all, an unpleasant day. And it’s going to get worse, because I HATE to move.