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So now the real estate roller coaster really begins ...
Just as I was getting changed at the gym, I got a phone call from my possibly-now-ex realtor saying that he'd taken an initial look at comparable properties and concluded I don't have any equity in my house. I told him I didn't believe it -- not in an "I'm in denial" sense but in an "I've done my groundwork already" sense. He said he'd e-mail me the comparison. So I spent my entire workout in a major funk but came out of it with a fatalistic resignation. It's not as if I've done anything expensively irrevocable yet.
But then when I got home and look at his "comparable properties" the only thing they had in common was being triplexes. They were scattered all over West Oakland -- all in worse neighborhoods than mine (and some in really really crappy neighborhoods). Whereas when you look at my immediate neighborhood, properties significantly smaller than mine have recently sold for noticeably more than his "comparable triplexes". So I'm just not buying it. I suggested that I might have more luck with someone more familiar with the immediate territory and am pursuing other options.
Who knows? Maybe I'm wrong and I'm stuck with it (in which case I'll have to put on my Big Girl Panties and make certain changes). But I definitely think his cursory price comparison is crap.
But then when I got home and look at his "comparable properties" the only thing they had in common was being triplexes. They were scattered all over West Oakland -- all in worse neighborhoods than mine (and some in really really crappy neighborhoods). Whereas when you look at my immediate neighborhood, properties significantly smaller than mine have recently sold for noticeably more than his "comparable triplexes". So I'm just not buying it. I suggested that I might have more luck with someone more familiar with the immediate territory and am pursuing other options.
Who knows? Maybe I'm wrong and I'm stuck with it (in which case I'll have to put on my Big Girl Panties and make certain changes). But I definitely think his cursory price comparison is crap.
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I'm amused that my brain is doing its usual thing of plotting out what I will do along all the possible branching alternate futures: the one in which I end up not selling-and-moving after all; the one in which I can sell but have much less equity than I thought; the one in which my original value estimate was correct and I move forward. I've decided to delay moving any actual furniture to the storage unit until I've talked to other realtors, but to move ahead with the renewed "life cleaning" tasks, such as finally going through all the filing cabinets and getting rid of unnecessary stuff. And, hey, boxing up the fabric stash got me to finally go through all the "just stuff it in here for now" drawers in the living room cabinets.
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It's possible that your realtor is merely giving you his opening position. If he is really experienced, and has survived the bloodbath of the past few years, he could be testing you to see if you really have the ovaries to deal with him realistically.
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