May 19, 2008

One is the Lonliest Number

Despite the fact that we had a ton of street traffic all morning long before the Open House, we had only one taker actually show up at the scheduled time. The good news is that she stayed here for quite some time, sat at our kitchen table and talked about how she loves our house. The funny thing about it, is that she currently lives in the neighborhood where we’ll be building. She and her husband are looking to downsize, and we’re looking to super-size.

Although my realtor tends to almost always play down the interest level of potential buyers, he seemed very positive about this potential one and said he was going to speak with her agent. He mentioned something to me about possibly arranging a switch, as in she gets my house and I get hers.

My realtor was telling us yesterday about some calls he has fielded on our home recently. One of the interested callers kept him on the phone for 45 minutes telling him about how he’s currently renting but the rent is killing him. He then said, "What’s a guy to do when he’s on disability and has no job? How’s a guy like me supposed to pay rent like that?" Well, news flash, it’s probably easier to pay rent than it would be to buy my house without any income or livelihood.

One thing is for sure-my house seems to bring out the crazies. People who won’t make an offer until their elderly mother dies. People who think we’re giving away our house as part of charity, and then refuse to play the house buying game the right way. Eerie men who show up expecting me to personally escort them through my house.

I’ve said it before but it warrants saying one more time. I’ll be so glad when this is all over.