We all know how crazy the housing market is right now.
Nobody can seem to be able to sell their house and nobody can seem to be able to buy a house or find a house to buy.
So imagine my shock the other day when a realtor was bold enough to call me up out of the blue and offer to buy my house. Sight unseen.
Keep in mind my house is not for sale, nor will it ever be. I have lived in my house for twenty-three years. I will die in my house. My house will be left to my child to do with as they please. I love my house and wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.
“But if you sell your house now you’ll get a lot more for it than you would otherwise,” the realtor informed me.
“Yes, I know. But what you don’t know is that I only have eight years left to pay on it and I have no intention of ever moving”.
Click. The scent of desperation faded in the air.