Allyson, insent.
And just realized that maybe someone might want to buy it full of renters.
D'oh. That's excellent news, though.
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Allyson, insent.
And just realized that maybe someone might want to buy it full of renters.
D'oh. That's excellent news, though.
And just realized that maybe someone might want to buy it full of renters
Wow, that's kind of stupid.
Jesse,
apparently you are a FIERCE negotiator. Damn.
Great news, Jesse!
That's great, Jesse! And odd. But great!
I understand the assumption that renovations would be job 1 -- my building is cheap and not that nice for the neighborhood -- but seriously. Assholes.
It is SHOCKING how much better I felt immediately, even though I don't actually have the final answer yet.
Jesse - Woo hoo!
Well, now you have time to look - should you feel that's what you need to do.
Jesse. Great news. Get it in writing. You have the 30 day notice in writing. Get the "we don't know, but it is not 30 days" notice in writing. At the very least, write a letter describing the conversation, who you talked to, and the time and date, and asked them to write back either confirming that you understood properly, or to correct if you misundestood and keep a copy. That way you have some documentation if some asshat changes their mind and decides you have 30 days from October 1st after all.
But realistically, if it is just going on sale now, it will take a lot more than 30 days to sell. And if they are looking for a single buyer, yeah they don't know if the single buyer will want to keep it a rental or go condo. If they are selling individual units, they don't know if the buyers will want to live in it, or rent it out.
And since you don't know the outcome, yes start looking.
I think I'm writing the wrong book.
Yeah, whatever, apartment peeps! We lost our awesome castle house that way. Our amazing landlord, who used to bring us fresh produce from his garden, died. His wife tried to keep it going, but eventually sold it, still rented to us. The new landlord kept us in there for, like, a month, before he decided he wanted to have the house for his kids.
So then we were going to move in with our friends to help them make the mortgage on their house, but they had the amazing exploding marriage, including shrapnel that was apparently determined to take out everyone's marriages surrounding them, so we didn't do that. But we ended up in the awesome 100-year-old hotel converted to studios apartment building in the entertainment district that allowed us to decide on blues or jazz by listening to the soundchecks before heading out to the bars. Although that was a severe deterrent to our debt payoff plan since half our income then went to the local brewery, since it was across the street. Good times, good times.