We could not afford to buy in our neighborhood now.
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Likewise my house is worth almost twice what I paid for it...but then I'd have to find somewhere else to live.
Yeah, I definitely could not afford my neighborhood now.
We sold our coop for twice what we paid for it and moved somewhere else and it worked out great! Though my commute does suck more than it did.
We probably couldn't afford our neighborhood now. We keep getting postcards and even cold calls from people wanting to buy our house. Our neighborhood is getting way too gentrified, and it blows.
We keep getting postcards and even cold calls from people wanting to buy our house.
OH MY G-D, THE COLD CALLS.
I answered a number I didn't recognize the other day, because I thought it might have been the sleep study center (their phone number changes every other month or so, depending on which location someone is doing the reminder call from). I was assailed by this very chirpy sounding Young Professional Bro, letting me know that an associate of his had recently sold a house in our neighborhood for Big Money, and were we thinking about selling our house?
As soon as he paused for breath, I said, "I wouldn't work with anyone who cold called me", and hung up.
I also had one Young Professional Bro come to the door and do the same sort of line. I shut the door in his face.
I got one of those calls and I rent. That's some bad research there.
I also had one Young Professional Bro come to the door and do the same sort of line. I shut the door in his face.
Oh my god. I only reluctantly answer the door, but I work in direct line of sight of the door, and if it's a nice not-humid day, I keep the front door open to get the breeze through the screen door. Which means that the people who come to the front door can see me and it is THE WORST. If a Real Estate Bro showed up, I would pray for a flamethrower.
Oh my god. I only reluctantly answer the door
Did you know that if you answer the door to Nice Mormon Boys while wearing a velvet skirt and a vampire-themed t-shirt, lock eyes with them, and smile slowly and widely, showing all your teeth, they start stumbling over their words and back away down the stairs?
This is something I learned recently.