Officially homeless…part II

August 31, 2007
Ok so in the last blog, I began to tell you of the frustrations I was having with my realtor and his refusal to work for a sale. I am sorry if I do not own a multimillion-dollar home but hey, if my home was beneath you, why accept the charity case, huh? Maybe, like lawyers, he was looking at it as Rocky did when he had to go back to basics to train and fight the monster Drago in Rocky XXXVIII, right? After many talks with this broker, who is so many words continuously, reminded me that the market was bad and that this agent of his was a top seller. To me, that sounded like an oxymoron. Are you saying that even super-agent couldn’t sell a house in this market? Or are you saying “…stay the course…” like Bush and have some faith? I am sorry but that phrase just reminds me of my father driving to a location and lost beyond his wildest dreams while my mother nags him to turn around. All the while my brother and I in the backseat throwing bread crumbs out the window like Hansel and Gretel to find our way back home. After many conversations, I realized our agent’s contract was running out, still not soon enough. Two weeks remained and not a darn thing I could do about it. Miraculously, my agent found my number just to call and say hello. With characteristics we though would be a successful agent in this declining market, we finally started realizing that he was a “no sense twit” who sold house by his name. I then knew I had to find someone that would not mind working for a living. I am sure Michael Vick‘s name threw footballs. He actually had to throw it himself! So after some exhaustive searches, referrals and interviews, a young lady came along and charmed our socks off. Janet Carroll with Integrity Choice Realty was here to save the day. As a good host would do, I offered her one of my world famous (ok not world famous yet but soon to be) iced lattes. She raved and seemed overjoyed in my little concoction as we talked, joked and dealt with business. A clear choice lay in front of our eyes. So on Aug 2, we began our adventure with Integrity Choice…where they sell their homes based on characteristics (integrity, honesty, customer service and values) and not a name alone. 28 days later, we are turning over our keys and moving out of our home. Call it luck, call it fate, call it what you want…the stars lined up for us and now we are homeless. It feels weird to be homeless.