Welcome to the West Side. . . maybe?
I don't know if anyone's told y'all, but's a straight-up seller's market out there. The "inventory" is low and "demand" is very high, especially at our price point. It makes house hunting very interesting. It makes house hunting along the magical, mystical Atlanta Beltline quite the adventure.
Today, we looked at a house near the west side Belt Line (four blocks) on a quiet street (three soon-to-be renovated houses) in a transitional (trying it's best) neighborhood. It had great promise. The front of the house had a great, older house look. You know the look, grandma's house with the old windows and enormous font porch and the door trim that's been painted over so many times it's become twice the thickness it was originally.
It started out promising, interesting entry, great old details, hardwood floors. The place then got interesting.
Not talk to someone at a bar and turns out they've just gotten back from a trip around the world and can't wait to tell all the details interesting. More the talk to someone at the bar and you tell them about your trip around the world and they only want to know about the pot situation in Amsterdam interesting. That is to say, you're bringing everything to the encounter without really getting much back in return.
The house was a disaster in the back. Seriously bad mullet.
The floors had just been refinished and would need to be refinished again because the refinisher didn't know what they were doing. The hallway carpet was, well, carpet. There were barn doors on hardware that wasn't level. One nearly escaped and maimed us in the master bedroom. The kitchen had a oddly tall counter with monstrous stools that were quite unstable. The backsplashes were insanely poor quality, the appliances were made of aluminum foil, the cabinets were made of cardboard. I won't go on because the renovation done on the house was frustratingly disappointing.
We took a hard pass. It was really a shame. There was so much promise.
The yard was massive, too. Didn't mention how massive the back yard was. Unending potential.
If they offered it for $80k less, then someone could buy it and fix all the shame that's been laid on this poor house. It will, however, not be us.
I just hope that in this "seller's market", sellers don't get sloppy with what they're trying to sell just because they see the opportunity to cash out with big bucks.
Today, we looked at a house near the west side Belt Line (four blocks) on a quiet street (three soon-to-be renovated houses) in a transitional (trying it's best) neighborhood. It had great promise. The front of the house had a great, older house look. You know the look, grandma's house with the old windows and enormous font porch and the door trim that's been painted over so many times it's become twice the thickness it was originally.
It started out promising, interesting entry, great old details, hardwood floors. The place then got interesting.
Not talk to someone at a bar and turns out they've just gotten back from a trip around the world and can't wait to tell all the details interesting. More the talk to someone at the bar and you tell them about your trip around the world and they only want to know about the pot situation in Amsterdam interesting. That is to say, you're bringing everything to the encounter without really getting much back in return.
The house was a disaster in the back. Seriously bad mullet.
The floors had just been refinished and would need to be refinished again because the refinisher didn't know what they were doing. The hallway carpet was, well, carpet. There were barn doors on hardware that wasn't level. One nearly escaped and maimed us in the master bedroom. The kitchen had a oddly tall counter with monstrous stools that were quite unstable. The backsplashes were insanely poor quality, the appliances were made of aluminum foil, the cabinets were made of cardboard. I won't go on because the renovation done on the house was frustratingly disappointing.
We took a hard pass. It was really a shame. There was so much promise.
The yard was massive, too. Didn't mention how massive the back yard was. Unending potential.
If they offered it for $80k less, then someone could buy it and fix all the shame that's been laid on this poor house. It will, however, not be us.
I just hope that in this "seller's market", sellers don't get sloppy with what they're trying to sell just because they see the opportunity to cash out with big bucks.