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

[Bi_3]

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

Please do not move to Baltimore.

[Strat]

Baltimore is actually pretty awesome if you ask me. Of course you gotta know where to go but....

In any case it's Minnesota

[Chris_H_2]

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

o'hare and midway airports (from where i can pretty much fly to anywhere in the world) are equidistant to where i live by about 8 miles in both directions. reading your post definitely reminds me of how much i take for granted living where i live.

[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

o'hare and midway airports (from where i can pretty much fly to anywhere in the world) are equidistant to where i live by about 8 miles in both directions. reading your post definitely reminds me of how much i take for granted living where i live.

Yea it's really gotten to me lately. This happens multiple times a year. So, you either lay the cost and fear for your life with that drive or become a hermit and never experience the outside world.

Traveling is a big deal for us and what should be a quick trip to see the family or explore a new city ends up costing double just by living so far from an airport and coordinating the drive with flight times on both ends of the trip

[doug rr]

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

o'hare and midway airports (from where i can pretty much fly to anywhere in the world) are equidistant to where i live by about 8 miles in both directions. reading your post definitely reminds me of how much i take for granted living where i live.

thats the one drawback from living where we do right now..Seatac is 2 hours away..Bellingham or Everett are an hour away which isn't bad but they dont always fly to where we want to go..I miss LAX being 10 minutes away but I dont miss LAX

[LetMeSleep]

Just bought a place. Very chilled. Nice.

[Higgs]

Just bought a place. Very chilled. Nice.

Fuck yes.

Here's a very unchilled house warming present for you.

Spoiler: show

Rock out my man. Congrats.

[LetMeSleep]

Thanks dude. Man that’s a tune.

[AmirahMoon]

Man, the weather can really throw a curveball sometimes! It's frustrating when travel plans get disrupted by snow, not to mention the extra expenses. But it's a reminder of the perks of living close to major airports, right? I totally get where you're coming from.
It's interesting how your location affects your travel options. Living near airports can be a game-changer. And speaking of location, if you ever need help managing properties, you might want to check out Kingston Property Management. They've got the lowdown on the real estate scene. Here's the link: https://axonproperties.ca/

[Bammer]

Welcome to the board!

[spike]

Man, the weather can really throw a curveball sometimes! It's frustrating when travel plans get disrupted by snow, not to mention the extra expenses. But it's a reminder of the perks of living close to major airports, right? I totally get where you're coming from.
It's interesting how your location affects your travel options. Living near airports can be a game-changer. And speaking of location, if you ever need help managing properties, you might want to check out Kingston Property Management. They've got the lowdown on the real estate scene. Here's the link: https://axonproperties.ca/

:unfrozen caveman lawyer voice:

[wease]

Man, the weather can really throw a curveball sometimes! It's frustrating when travel plans get disrupted by snow, not to mention the extra expenses. But it's a reminder of the perks of living close to major airports, right? I totally get where you're coming from.
It's interesting how your location affects your travel options. Living near airports can be a game-changer. And speaking of location, if you ever need help managing properties, you might want to check out Kingston Property Management. They've got the lowdown on the real estate scene. Here's the link: https://axonproperties.ca/

:unfrozen caveman lawyer voice:

Ladies and Gentleman of the jury, I'm just a Caveman. I fell in some ice and later got thawed out by your scientists. Your world frightens and confuses me. Sometimes the honking horns of your traffic make me want to get out of my BMW and run off into the hills or whatever.

[spike]

[Chris_H_2]

what's going on here?

[wease]

Sometimes when I get a message on my fax machine, I wonder: “Did little demons get inside and type it?” I don’t know! My primitive mind can’t grasp these concepts. But there is one thing I do know; when a man like my client slips and falls on a sidewalk in front of a public library, then he is entitled to no less than two million in compensatory damages, and two million in punitive damages.

[LetMeSleep]

Just bought a place. Very chilled. Nice.

Fuck yes.

Here's a very unchilled house warming present for you.

Spoiler: show

Rock out my man. Congrats.

And in and done. 28 days and now I need a beer.

And internet.

[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.

[LetMeSleep]

Yeah that ended a year and a half ago. It's now 15 mins.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Way to pay attention trag

[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.