August 15, 2006

TUESDAY, AUGUST 15TH, 2006

Patrick: Let's get naked!
SpongeBob: No, let's save that for when we're selling real estate.

If you don't watch SpongeBob, you have no clue where those lines comes from...but you get the general idea.

I guess I don't need to tell anyone there hasn't been any movement on the house. Well, actually, that's not entirely true. After more than three weeks without so much as a phone call, I decided to announce my desperation and put a sign on the front lawn, next to the For Sale by Owner sign, that reads: $360K or best offer, RELOCATING! I did that three days ago and I've gotten 6 calls, 4 visitors and 1 offer. There is a possible second offer being floated, but I'm not going to hold my breath.

I'm trying to stay calm, there isn't much else I can do, but it's tough. If I don't get some solid response by the end of the week, I'm going to finally bite the bullet and lower the price. I've got to get out of here soon and clinging to the idea of getting an extra $2500 is ridiculous when we're already hemorrhaging cash.

The offer I got this morning was, unfortunately, way too low and the prospective buyer knew what she wanted and wasn't going to waver. She wanted to get the house for a nickle and flip it A.S.A.P. making as much as possible in the transaction. I know she could have closed easily and quickly and would not have been a pain in the butt, but she made it very clear she would not come up to my absolute bottom number and there was a $30,000 difference of opinion. I need a buyer who plans to live in the house at least a little while and doesn't have a 'fix and flip in 90 days or less' plan.

Oh well. Just gotta keep packing and sorting and painting and cleaning. This will all come to a close soon enough. I just hope it's on my terms and not the bank's.