Be careful what you wish for!
I was watching one of those shows today that has a buyer looking at new homes. I’m not really sure why I like watching them so much. I think deep down, I am just nosy. Sometimes, when we are traveling at night (no worries, not when I am driving!) I will look at the homes we pass to see what they look like inside. I’m never really interested in the people who may be there but the style used to decorate. Mine is Early American Garage Sale. It’s an eclectic style blend of heirlooms, hand-me-downs, items we’ve purchased ourselves both new and used, and a little bit of dust, dog hair and clutter threw in for good measure. I wouldn’t want any of my guests to think I’m full of myself, after all.
Time is money
One couple today was particularly interesting to me. She wanted a two-story and he wanted a ranch style home because he has bad knees. She wanted Craftsman and he wanted Modern. Do you think the realtor on the show was taking hits of whiskey from a hidden flask somewhere? Seriously! You’re set up for failure with that. One of the two of the clients is going to be either very unhappy or will settle for less than what they really want. So it seems like the people are just setting themselves up for years of ammunition for arguments. How do you even retain a realtor when you don’t know what you want? Seems like a waste of time to me.
That being said, I wish I was a fly on the wall after the realtor takes them to twenty plus listings. None of which was good enough. This one is too small, this one is too big, this on is just not right. I think my head would spin around in circles, horror movie style, while I was screaming, “What is it you people want from me!” So, maybe it’s a good thing I’m not a realtor.
If these walls could talk
In Toledo every year they have tours of some of the historic homes in the Old West End. I really want to go to that this year and see inside these old, beautiful homes. They are steeped in tradition and history. I wish it were possible to put your ear to the wall and hear the stories they have to tell. Dreamy, romantic notions from days gone by. In reality, we would hear siblings fighting, parents singing lullabies, sweet nothings whispered on porches from young lovers, prayers at bedtime and mealtimes, last words of those heading on to their eternal reward. Beginnings and endings. The full circle of life.
Finally, I was engrossed with a young couple’s journey. They were all over the map as far as what size, style, price point, location, etc. The realtor never broke rank. The couple complained to him that they wanted something “small”. The very next house he showed them was a tiny house. 250 square feet of living space. They were super excited on the walk up to the home. Once inside they turned to each other and said simultaneously, “It’s too small!”. I think I did see the glimmer of laughter in the realtor’s eye. Fist bump, dude!
So the moral of the story is, be careful what you wish for because you just might get it!