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

[The Argonaut]

guys, I didn't play professionally

D1, though

[doug rr]

so we really like this building we're living in as far as location and space but its full of nothing but young, single tech nerds that never make eye contact or say anything..its only been 2 days but I'm betting the front desk job is a big turnover..my goal is to make people smile or just make them uncomfortable....

[tree_]

The house sucks. Smells like cat piss and huge foundation issues.

[wease]

so we really like this building we're living in as far as location and space but its full of nothing but young, single tech nerds that never make eye contact or say anything..its only been 2 days but I'm betting the front desk job is a big turnover..my goal is to make people smile or just make them uncomfortable....

So you’re the Kramer of the building

[wease]

The house sucks. Smells like cat piss and huge foundation issues.

Those are bargaining chips, tree_

[tree_]

The house sucks. Smells like cat piss and huge foundation issues.

Those are bargaining chips, tree_

If we liked the house. But it's not worth the trouble.

[Bammer]

The house sucks. Smells like cat piss and huge foundation issues.

Those are bargaining chips, tree_

I’m all for sweat equity but this is too far

[Peeps]

The house sucks. Smells like cat piss and huge foundation issues.

what does huge foundation issues smell like?

[tree_]

what do you guys think of this house

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/23-N ... 8759_zpid/?

[wease]

I think you missed a huge opportunity

[wease]

what do you guys think of this house

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/23-N ... 8759_zpid/?

It’s not on the market

[The Argonaut]

If you believe in ghosts, I would not recommend living in that house. If you do not believe in ghosts, it looks great!

[tree_]

what do you guys think of this house

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/23-N ... 8759_zpid/?

It’s not on the market

the real estate agent said the buyer fell through and they're looking for a new buyer asap so contacted me. unfortunately, my situation is i need to see what i can sell my home for before making a legit offer on another home, and these sellers seem like they're in a hurry

[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.

[tree_]

We really don't even have to move. Situation is this: We bought our home for about 175k back in 2017, in this little known gated community 20 minutes out of town, which has grown in popularity since, with neighboring houses selling for a lot to rich people looking for fun vacation homes in a gated lake community. It's estimated we could sell for 280 to above 300k. IF THIS IS TRUE, we could make a killer profit and make a huge down payment on another house, lowering our monthly mortgage and having some change in the bank. We haven't really gotten the ball rolling to selling our home, but we're looking at what's available in the meantime. It's a process.

[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.

[tree_]

Tree, you been keeping an eye out for assumable mortgage deals?

I haven't even looked into this.. gee wiz

[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.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Let's find argo a house

[tree_]

Let's find argo a house

OK. Where does he want to live? What's his income?