The Real Estate Thread: Buying/Selling/Tips/News

[Strat]

Lol, i want kids more than she does and i dont want them.

[Strat]

Also we're too old to go through that

[spike]

Thin Heir

[spike]

Tot For You

[Peeps]

(no) Daughter

[spike]

Dick Escape

[doug rr]

Baby O'riley

[Bi_3]

Thin Heir

[E.H. Ruddock]

However, me and the wife are really feeling its time to move towards family and our best of friends.

I don't live in Minneapolis though

[Strat]

However, me and the wife are really feeling its time to move towards family and our best of friends.

I don't live in Minneapolis though

Yea but we're closer to you by living there!

[Bammer]

Tot For You

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

My folks are meeting with a realtor tomorrow to talk about putting my childhood home on the market. It’s an old, decrepit house on a gem of a property. Mixed feelings.

After my mom died and my dad sold the house I grew up in, I found myself with basically zero emotional hangup about it.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bi_3]

My folks are meeting with a realtor tomorrow to talk about putting my childhood home on the market. It’s an old, decrepit house on a gem of a property. Mixed feelings.

So, I am no expert in this but when my grandmother died we sold her ancient house in Miami to someone who wanted the lot. The guy solid a new build there for 11x what he bought it for about a decade later. Moral: land, god ain’t making any more of it

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

My folks are meeting with a realtor tomorrow to talk about putting my childhood home on the market. It’s an old, decrepit house on a gem of a property. Mixed feelings.

So, I am no expert in this but when my grandmother died we sold her ancient house in Miami to someone who wanted the lot. The guy solid a new build there for 11x what he bought it for about a decade later. Moral: land, god ain’t making any more of it

Yeah this is on my radar. Timing’s not great — we could probably make it happen in about six months?

Get on it. Figure it out. Do it. (As soon as timing aligns)

A wise friend of mine who is loaded btw (bastard) - seemingly so - said as soon as he started making money more and more opportunities arose throughout the journey and still he can’t believe he’s been this fortunate.

They scratched and ate shit throughout- but it’s paid off.

[Peeps]

trag and Bi_3 -

that is one of the reasons i bought my place so quickly. i had lived in the apartment building for 37 of the past 40 years. my stepfather lived in the apartment i called home when i was 13. the thought of someone else living there and calling it home wasnt something i wanted to deal with

[spike]

My folks are meeting with a realtor tomorrow to talk about putting my childhood home on the market. It’s an old, decrepit house on a gem of a property. Mixed feelings.

So, I am no expert in this but when my grandmother died we sold her ancient house in Miami to someone who wanted the lot. The guy solid a new build there for 11x what he bought it for about a decade later. Moral: land, god ain’t making any more of it

Yeah this is on my radar. Timing’s not great — we could probably make it happen in about six months?

Not a bad idea to buy the land, just make sure you factor in the stress around demos, remodels, and new builds. Especially since you wouldn’t be nearby (or maybe that makes it less stressful).

[Strat]

Another reason we need to move: Wife is in baltimore visiting family.. I am going there Thursday for the weekend. Was gonna drive down thursday morning in time for my flight. Now, forecasted possible 10 inches of snow starting tomorrow night which will completely derail my commute. So, now i have to drive down tomorrow evening to beat the storm which now costs me a hotel and an extra night for our dog at the daycare. So, $225 additional. Fuck