We may or may not be in the buyers market.
The housing market in Fort Worth has perplexed me to no end, showing us it’s best face with a huge price ticket and a handful of necessary renovations in tow and a lot of misleading design flaws. “Oh, this house has TWO kitchens because they love to cook.” It also seems to me that they have two kitchens because one of them doesn’t store the oven (?). When I peered at a recently remodeled kitchen floor (yellow with black spots), I nearly gagged, but I forced a smile when trying to understand this upgrade and it’s heavy impact on selling price. I clustered behind a realtor who showed us the ‘back yard.’ Free of any grass or other useless backyard accessories, a cement driveway backed up into a stone wall. “You don’t have to mow back here, which is a major plus,” the realtor explained.
After seeing our disillusion in regards to the recent renovations, one realtor quickly changed his elevator pitch to the value of the neighborhood and mentioned that we might consider buying the home to scrape it. Which is it, sir? Pay the big bucks for your scary larry yellow kitchen floor or pay the big bucks to scrape the whole kit? Rarely should these two scenarios ever be brought up in one conversation if you are a realtor. And I found out through the realtor gossip grapevine that in this scenario, the renovations were done by hand via the husband, owner, contractor, and (surprise) seller’s agent of the home.
But I have fallen in love with a home that couldn’t be more my taste- charming, vintage, and unfortunately expensive. That last part has hung up the process a little. When my family visited recently, I brought my parents to view the inside. Trained well in home-purchases after three separate transactions, mom led the way in home research. She started with the refrigerator. After touching an unknown object, we all dodged the clanging metal misfit that crashed to the floor. When she opened the mailbox receptacle, she peered into what seemed to be the abyss. “How clever!” she exclaimed when discovering drawers beneath the washer and dryer. She pulled the handle, only to take off the entire door cap. Then she walked the perimeter of the house, inquiring about property lines and maintenance. Moving both the trash can and recycling apparatuses, she discovered a four by three foot wooden plank inset on the side of the house. “What’s this?” she wondered aloud. Prompted by instinct to investigate, she placed her hand on the plank. It fell swiftly into the house, showcasing an unguarded storage entrance (aka burglar zone?)
Literally crushing my dreams, mom made some good points. Right now, I’m willing to negotiate with our apartment rent for yet another year. I’m not even sure I’m up to these Texas air conditioning bills. But I must admit I tend to fall for houses that have pet birds.