Getting a home here is a genuine pain the rear end. All that crap about home prices being a steal because of the bust... Maybe it is just the East Bay but the hassles and agents who don't seem to want to look for bargains for you just make the whole experience more painful than it should be. And the stupid bidding wars. People flipping houses or playing the field - this month, it is on the market, then it disappears and suddenly a month later it is back often at a different price. It is all just so complicated. It was so much easier in the little island.
In the past two to three weeks, I have had more cell phone calls from that one realtor than from everyone else in the entire three years I have been here. And it is so hard to hear when she is on bluetooth and driving around. Plus that lisp. Urgh! And the grounchiness that just stresses me no end.
Silently I call for help and the inner strength to stay sane. To stay calm in the swirl of words and not get drawn into the maelstrom coming from a verbose word swallowing high pressure agent and from another. All the while dealing with the mountain of paperwork from the change of employment status, trying to understand the legalese and carefully crafted lawyer word-smithed passages designed to ensure an entirely neutral stance that will never win you a court case. Why can't people talk and write in layman English? Tell it as it is?
Why can't I afford a new house with all the modern trimmings and fault free structures with a nice warranty and adequate land without having to change my son's school and pay astronomical property taxes? Instead of bidding ridiculously for old homes and combing through volumes of inspection reports that strikes fear into your core because of the reported dreadful sounding faults in your dream home?
Ah America.
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