Posts Tagged ‘Realtor’

Here We Go Again


2010
03.02

Day 64 - 27 to go. Mold dude just left with his new air samples and the snow is also almost off the roof, exterior inspection coming soon.

 

Yesterday, Roxie, our realtor, picked us up to go and take a look at a few more houses sans kids. Thank God. No bickering under the age of 40… Love you honey! :)

 

The first house was nice. Not very big, but just right with a nice fireplace and a great den. Outstanding views! A contemporary which was built in 1978 and boy, it looked it. I don’t think anything was ever updated in that place. First of all the exterior, blah yuck! 2 different shades of 70’s brown, I don’t think I could live there til that was painted. The bedrooms were a tad on the small side with barely a closet. The basement had a built-in bar complete with a padded patten leather arm rest around the entire top of it. This place would need a lot of work, a lot of paint and days of scraping off “ooo ugly” wall paper. It did have a skylight in one of the bathrooms which was pretty cool. Plus it had a garage and storage in the basement. All and all, the view saved it and pushed it on to the next level. Not too shabby.

 

The next house I found on-line, but it didn’t have any photos associated with it. Priced to sell on a sought after street. But what would await us there? Hmmm. As we pulled in I immediately knew it wasn’t for us. Tiny… Teeny tiny. We went in anyway. We couldn’t just leave, the owner was pacing, waiting for us outside. The entire house had just been redone. Very nice. Floors were gorgeous! Three bedrooms, one bath and I still don’t know how they fit those things into that box of a home. It will make a very nice place for someone who is perpetually single. On we go…

 

The third house of the day was another foreclosure home as sold “As Is”. I’ve been eyeing it online for a while. It’s in a prime location surrounded by million dollar homes, the photo of the exterior on-line was very nice. Cheap and cute. What the hell could be wrong with it? Why is it still there? As we pulled up I got very excited. I loved the street, the setting, the house from the road was beautiful and seemed big. Then… we got closer. The outside, even though it was brick, looked very shabby and in need of much love. It took us a while to unlock the front door. It seemed to be stuck and I was getting cold standing outside. Once we forced our way in, we were greeted with an abandoned and very cold home and… a living room full of boxes. We soon realized they were kitchen cabinets. Were they meant for this home or was someone just storing them there? As we walked into the dining room we saw something unexpected. A HUGE addition that was mid rough-in construction condition. This thing must have been 1,000 sq. ft. on it’s own with vaulted ceilings. Just framing however, nothing more. It was left totally in a state of disregard. It was sad, and… it was leaking.

 

The kitchen, circa 1950 baby blue was completely trashed. Things were torn out and strewn all over the room. Paint was peeling off the ceiling, trash was on the floor. Oh my, major renovation needed. The thing about this house was that it just kept going. Wow it was BIG. We walked down a level to 3 bedrooms, a den which overlooked a pool and 2 baths. Then down another level to a basement with 3-4 rooms. Upstairs there were another 3 bedrooms and 2 full baths. Or, one full bath and one… well, just let me say this… I thought I had a mold problem. Honey, I’ve got one mushroom compared to this place. This bathroom was a Mold Hot House! Just swarming, swarming with black mold. It was on everything. The walls, ceiling, floor, tub, sink. Oh, I felt dirty just looking at it. I needed a shower, but just thinking of taking a shower while looking at that bathroom made me cringe! Oh, if this place was in better shape I’d scoop it up! This house with the in-process addition must have been over 4,000 sq. ft. The kids wouldn’t have to argue over bedrooms, they could each have 3. But even if someone gave us that place for a dollar, I don’t think we could ever afford to bring it up to livable and healthy conditions. Oh, and the pool area was so incredibly lovely. Sad, so sad…

 

The fourth house of the day was just down the street from the contemporary Open House we loved on Sunday, only this one had a garage (storage!) and a pool (BONUS!). We took a look inside. Oooo… funky. Funky in a good way and funky in a weird, yeah I’ll have to replace that, way too. It was on a hill which meant walking up a flight of stairs to get to the front door. I didn’t mind this though, the view from the front porch was pretty cool. The kitchen was outdated and small, but doable. The rest of that floor was in good shape with the exception of the main bathroom. There was a mirror on every square inch of that bathroom including the ceiling. These owners must be beautiful people with a vanity problem. I think we’d have to leave it just for a conversation piece. The basement was a whole other experience. I felt like I entered the choice swingers pad. Mirrors everywhere, hidden doors that lead to wet bars, wine racks, shelves, closets, the garage, and other strange shaped rooms. Totally bizarre. The basement was also where we located the mirror surrounded fireplace. Why they don’t put fireplaces on the main level of the home is beyond me. Anyway, we liked it. It was funky, weird, and totally us. Needed a lot of work and we’d be compromising a bit on space and yard. The backyard was just a pool and patio, no actual grass, with a screened-in porch off the kitchen. The only downfall is that it’s in the city and Baltimore knows how to tax. The taxes, oh the taxes. I could buy a car with the taxes on that place. Well, we’ll keep that one in the back of our minds.

 

I don’t know folks, It’s looking grim. Kinda running out of time here. Nothing feels comfortable, nothing feels right, like our foreclosure home does. I wish we’d hear back from the bank on our counter offer soon. But, in the meantime we will soldier on, that’s what we do. We are circling again with Roxie on Wednesday to tackle the other end of town. She has 7 houses lined up and 3 hours to view them in. It will be a sprint! Better wear my running shoes. Stay tuned.

Finding a Real Estate Agent


2010
01.15

Day 19 – Nothing New

 

My husband and I must know 15 real estate agents. 5 or 6 of them are close friends. This time around we were both determined to keep everything strictly business, and the only way to do that was with a stranger. So we shopped for one. We started by looking at the top agencies in our area. Finding out who they are is not too hard. You can tell by the signs in the front lawns. Then we looked within those companies for the people with the most listings and successes in our immediate area, eliminated the close friends and people who looked like psycho killers and narrowed it down to a few. Then… we e-mailed them… and waited. It was a race to see who would call back first. Not 10 minutes later the phone rang. I gave Agent “A” the run down, was completely honest (a new trait I’m trying out) about our situation and set up an appointment for a few days out.

 

Agent “A” brought with her, her counterpart, Agent “AA”. These two women were a sketch, a complete carbon copy of one another. They could and actually did finish each others sentences. And when one would interrupt the other I waited for the look of “I can’t believe you’re interrupting me again”, but it never came. They were the Bobbsey Twins. Joined at the hip. They even looked alike. They were a team. I was intrigued. They spent about 2 hrs. talking with us about the market where it is and where we would be. But only five minutes looking at the house which perplexed and annoyed me considering I spent all morning cleaning it for them. Where was the admiration? The compliments? But they seemed to know what they were talking about and were tops in their field (they showed us many awards and accolades to prove it.) And even though they gave me the bad news that I probably wasn’t going to get what I wanted for the house, I was sold. They meant business. I liked them… That was until we met Roxie.

 

Yes, Roxie, not her real name, but I think it fits her so I’ll call her Roxie. I was so sold on Agent “A” and “AA” that I didn’t even want to bother meeting with Roxie. After all, it did take Roxie an hour to call back after the email. But all was forgiven. We really, just… clicked with her, and after all this talk about strictly business, I couldn’t help but feel my house was in good hands. I suppose instincts are somewhat important. She also spent, what I’m beginning to think is the, standard 2hrs. speaking with us about the market but Roxie actually looked at the house for more than 5 minutes, which I appreciated because I had cleaned again! And hey, I received a few compliments too! We both have kids the same age, and we dug her background. She works for what we think is the right company for this area and has proven success and new ideas.

 

There were other interviews too, including a woman who I could swear reminded me of Annette Bening in “American Beauty”, a bit too perky for my taste. But, we had found our realtor in Roxie! I’m not saying she is the perfect real estate agent, after all… SHE HASN’T SOLD OUR HOUSE YET! Day 19 and counting. We’re still waiting Roxie!

 

By the way, Agent “A” and “AA” dropped off the face of the planet. We never did get a follow-up phone call. They must have gotten their “Wonder-Twin” powers crossed.