SUNDAY, JULY 9, 2006
Uncle.
Okay, I give up. Passive marketing hasn't yielded any results when it comes to getting rid of this house, so I've decided to pimp it like it's an 80 year-old hooker.
This week I plan to paint the bathroom, take some photos, make a brochure to put out under the For Sale by Owner sign, box up as much as I can, even rent storage if making it naked-er will make it more desirable and, if I can muster the funding, put an ad in the Miami Herald.
I want out of here and I want to get going before the end of summer.
Making me even more anxious to get the house sold, was a terrifying sign I saw this morning, tacked to a phone pole near Dixie Highway. It read: DESPERATE! $19,000 AND ASSUME MORTGAGE and a phone number scrawled underneath it. It gave me chills. The first sign of the real estate apocalypse?
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