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

[doug rr]

the stagers came yesterday..we dont like what they did but whatever..bad art work..woof..the photographers are here now and kicked me out of the house to the back patio..my wife went into the LA office today and I think is stopping on the way home to bring us Banh Mi's

hows mom doing?

MIL is still in the hospital..not sure she'll come back to her home..we'll see..thanks for asking...we think it might be assisted living time

[Chris_H_2]

the stagers came yesterday..we dont like what they did but whatever..bad art work..woof..the photographers are here now and kicked me out of the house to the back patio..my wife went into the LA office today and I think is stopping on the way home to bring us Banh Mi's

pork i presume

[E.H. Ruddock]

the stagers came yesterday..we dont like what they did but whatever..bad art work..woof..the photographers are here now and kicked me out of the house to the back patio..my wife went into the LA office today and I think is stopping on the way home to bring us Banh Mi's

pork i presume

what doug and his wife do in the bedroom is not our business

[doug rr]

the stagers came yesterday..we dont like what they did but whatever..bad art work..woof..the photographers are here now and kicked me out of the house to the back patio..my wife went into the LA office today and I think is stopping on the way home to bring us Banh Mi's

pork i presume

is there another kind?

[Chris_H_2]

the stagers came yesterday..we dont like what they did but whatever..bad art work..woof..the photographers are here now and kicked me out of the house to the back patio..my wife went into the LA office today and I think is stopping on the way home to bring us Banh Mi's

pork i presume

what doug and his wife do in the bedroom is not our business

using pork as a verb is very underrated

[doug rr]

so the first person that saw the place put in a full price all cash offer..
realtor said he has another that wants to see it tomorrow and we have until tommorow night to sign the deal

[spike]

good news, has their bank confirmed they have the funds?

[Bammer]

Shitbag realtor underpriced your house just to make a quick buck

[The Argonaut]

Just saw a really nice house go up on Zillow, reasonable sized and priced and in exactly the neighborhood I want to be in someday. Should I ask my parents to give me $44,000 so I can have the down payment to buy 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.

[The Argonaut]

I could not, absolutely not. They'd just have to take this as a loss

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Are you going to maintain employment to pay the mortgage?

[The Argonaut]

I don't want to, but I am willing to try

[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]

This is not going to end well

[The Argonaut]

Five years from now, I'll be 41. Best case scenario, five years from now I am still working for the same org (under the same big umbrella but not in my current office which really blows), and I've gotten one promotion. Probably as high as I would want to go is one promotion above where I'm at right now.

I've paid off all my debts and my car is still running good. My Roth IRA is a little above one years salary, my pension will be in good shape. I could be close to having a 10% mortgage down payment, if the price of houses doesn't keep going up. Not 20%, though.

Oh, and I have 30 year old girlfriend with blonde hair and big tits

[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.

[tommy]

Five years from now, I'll be 41. Best case scenario, five years from now I am still working for the same org (under the same big umbrella but not in my current office which really blows), and I've gotten one promotion. Probably as high as I would want to go is one promotion above where I'm at right now.

I've paid off all my debts and my car is still running good. My Roth IRA is a little above one years salary, my pension will be in good shape. I could be close to having a 10% mortgage down payment, if the price of houses doesn't keep going up. Not 20%, though.

Oh, and I have 30 year old girlfriend with blonde hair and big tits

this reads less like a plan and more like a wishboard

I believe in him. Although, I'm surprised to find out he's a big tits guy.

[The Argonaut]

Plan, for trag:

Continue to max out Roth IRA contributions, as I am doing now. The pension takes care of itself, I just have to keep working.

May 2025: I should be about 75% out of debt, if I continue to put aside as much money as I have been all this year towards that. And I'll get a 8% bump in pay in April, which should help to keep knocking the rest of it away, probably by the end of 2025.

July 2025: begin to apply to get the fuck out of my office, either a lateral transfer or a half-step promotion

January 2026: Car is paid off. Cross fingers that it keeps working. But it's Japanese and I only drive like 10k miles a year, so I'm feeling good there

~Fall 2026: Eligible for a promotion, which I feel fairly confident will be an easy task to accomplish, tbh. They're hurting for people in a way that will take more than two years to fix.

Just doing the math on all of that, I think I could have something like $30k in cash set aside for a house, if I decide I even want one. That's a lot of debt to take on. If I don't want a house, I will spend that $30k on drugs.

No idea how to find a blonde girlfriend, though

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I'll teach you about the girlfriend part