I'm disappointment. Heck, that actually doesn't even begin to cover how bad I feel right now. I mean I always knew people could be stupid, but never could I have imagined that grownups could be so ignorant. This is a recap of my "For Sale By Owner" experience I had this afternoon.
I guess you could say it all started about a year ago, when I had a dream that I bought a house in our city neighborhood. It's a very old house, it's pretty much a complete dump. But I have always been crazy about it and have thus always daydreamed about one day buying it and fixing it up. Even putting my business downstairs. Made plans for furniture and everything. Yeah I get carried away, but why the hell not?
So anyways... My husband and I(we're both under 30 years of age by the way) recently decided that we're going to purchase a house together and to our surprise a "For Sale" sign gets put up on the house I fell in love with just last week. So we called the number, made an appointment with the lady and went to look at the house today.
I was taking a nap just before we had to leave to visit the house. Mufasa woke me up, I put on my favorite old ripped jeans and a red top. I put my hair up and wiped my face. He had his usual jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops on. We headed down the stairs of our apartment and walked over to the house, we live a two-minute walk away. So we show up and the front door is open, my husband sticks his head in the door and sees a lady with a bucket and cloth, clearly cleaning. He says hello, tells her we spoke on the phone and she replies that she's coming down. Right away I knew something was up, since her reply wasn't very excited. It was more of a "Oh, you? Seriously?" instead of a "Finally someone that wants to buy this house!". She told us she'd be right down, so we waited.
Then we heard steps coming down the stairs and there se was: tall, slender and light skinned with brown hair and almost no boobs at all. She stood there for a few seconds, looking at us with no interest whatsoever. I just stood there smiling, completely hyped up and excited, as she observed us from top to bottom. Mufasa gave her a hand, she had to wipe off her hand on her ass, if you can even call it that, to dry it off before she could give him a hand. How disrespectful. She almost didn't even give me a hand, like I'm some sort of stupid tag-along. She starts talking about how beautiful the house is and all the other usual bullshit for-sale-by-owners try to mind-fuck you with. And when we asked if we could see the house she actually asks if we're sure, since it's a lot of money. What. The. FUCK! So just by looking at us you can assume we couldn't afford a house of this size? Shame on you!
Anyways! We head up to the first floor, the main house area (the basement floor is actually closed down because it's too messed up and could be dangerous to walk in). The house is a mess, they haven't taken care of it in DECADES. I immediately noticed a calendar from the 90's. Sigh. But, the floor plan is wonderful. The living room is well ventilated, there's a nice hallway, the kitchen is GORGEOUS and the master bedroom is huge, it even has a very nice space for a possible baby-room or walk-in-closet at the end. I was already drooling, my husband smiling from ear to ear. The bathroom was a nice size and the attic had two separate rooms, perfect for a inhume office and a children's room. We were excited, very excited. We stood in the kitchen and looked into the garden. It wasn't the largest garden I had ever seen, I mean seriously, even the house I grew up in had a bigger backyard, but it was enough. It even had a small apartment in the front (roof collapsed, walls breaking) we could fix up and rent out or use as an office.
After we had seen everything, I told her I was interested. She giggled and started telling us a story about how she took the selling of the house over from her father, since he wasn't able to sell it(for the amount she wanted him to) to do it better. How the house is in great condition to fix up and how awesome the location is. Here are the facts: The house is located in the center of the city, granted. But in the back, near one of the darkest/smelliest allies of the city and surrounded by bums and also located near the biggest bus-stop. Fact is, no big time lawyer or other company is going to want to place their company there. There are almost no parking spaces, since it's located in the middle of a square, and the locals aren't exactly the big spending type. Better said, the people around here are old, broke and living in a ghetto.
Why do I want the house you ask? Simple. Our business is focused on low budget folk, people who can't afford to pay a big shot designer or photography studio to cater their party. People who literally pay between $5 and $50 an hour for our services. We are planning to expand our business so we have more to offer this part of town but also so we can start a family. So this house would be perfect, we could have our house and studio in one building. It's a challenge, one we're willing to face.
The lady giggles and tells me she wants 1.5 million for the house, which is a lot of money. Let me put it into perspective for you. My grandfathers house, a villa located in a rich neighborhood on the fancy part of the island with about 2 square acres of land and forest sold for less than 1.5million. A perfectly maintained house, ready to move in. All you had to do was give it a fresh paint-job and stick your furniture in it. This lady wants to sell me a house over 200 years old, that practically has no roof, needs a completely restore and barely has any windows for as much. Not even the ground is worth 100grand. There, I said it. And if she doesn't believe me I'll be more than glad to have the house and terrain assessed for her. I'm not stupid, I'm realistic. I know the house isn't cheap, but I'm not one to be ripped off. She even dares going on about how she's gonna have a website made for the house. Stupid, ignorant lady. We design and build websites for a living.
I'm 22, my husband is 26. We've been together since I was 19 and it's going great. We both have great jobs (I'm the interim manager, general assistant to the boss and I also do PR & Communication. He's the head of IT, Design & Studio) at the local art institute for contemporary art. Besides that I have my own design and photography studio, where him and I work together and have frequent clients. So yes, we have a comfortable life. Hence why we're house-hunting in the first place.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I could actually afford 1.5million guilders (roughly 850grand in USD), right now, but I deserve a chance. The same goddamn opportunity you would give any other suited business(wo)man that you think LOOKS like they can pay you.
So you know what? Fuck that bitch, I'm gonna buy that house one day.
That will be all.
Love, quesillo and mashed potatoes.
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I guess you could say it all started about a year ago, when I had a dream that I bought a house in our city neighborhood. It's a very old house, it's pretty much a complete dump. But I have always been crazy about it and have thus always daydreamed about one day buying it and fixing it up. Even putting my business downstairs. Made plans for furniture and everything. Yeah I get carried away, but why the hell not?
So anyways... My husband and I(we're both under 30 years of age by the way) recently decided that we're going to purchase a house together and to our surprise a "For Sale" sign gets put up on the house I fell in love with just last week. So we called the number, made an appointment with the lady and went to look at the house today.
I was taking a nap just before we had to leave to visit the house. Mufasa woke me up, I put on my favorite old ripped jeans and a red top. I put my hair up and wiped my face. He had his usual jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops on. We headed down the stairs of our apartment and walked over to the house, we live a two-minute walk away. So we show up and the front door is open, my husband sticks his head in the door and sees a lady with a bucket and cloth, clearly cleaning. He says hello, tells her we spoke on the phone and she replies that she's coming down. Right away I knew something was up, since her reply wasn't very excited. It was more of a "Oh, you? Seriously?" instead of a "Finally someone that wants to buy this house!". She told us she'd be right down, so we waited.
Then we heard steps coming down the stairs and there se was: tall, slender and light skinned with brown hair and almost no boobs at all. She stood there for a few seconds, looking at us with no interest whatsoever. I just stood there smiling, completely hyped up and excited, as she observed us from top to bottom. Mufasa gave her a hand, she had to wipe off her hand on her ass, if you can even call it that, to dry it off before she could give him a hand. How disrespectful. She almost didn't even give me a hand, like I'm some sort of stupid tag-along. She starts talking about how beautiful the house is and all the other usual bullshit for-sale-by-owners try to mind-fuck you with. And when we asked if we could see the house she actually asks if we're sure, since it's a lot of money. What. The. FUCK! So just by looking at us you can assume we couldn't afford a house of this size? Shame on you!
Anyways! We head up to the first floor, the main house area (the basement floor is actually closed down because it's too messed up and could be dangerous to walk in). The house is a mess, they haven't taken care of it in DECADES. I immediately noticed a calendar from the 90's. Sigh. But, the floor plan is wonderful. The living room is well ventilated, there's a nice hallway, the kitchen is GORGEOUS and the master bedroom is huge, it even has a very nice space for a possible baby-room or walk-in-closet at the end. I was already drooling, my husband smiling from ear to ear. The bathroom was a nice size and the attic had two separate rooms, perfect for a inhume office and a children's room. We were excited, very excited. We stood in the kitchen and looked into the garden. It wasn't the largest garden I had ever seen, I mean seriously, even the house I grew up in had a bigger backyard, but it was enough. It even had a small apartment in the front (roof collapsed, walls breaking) we could fix up and rent out or use as an office.
After we had seen everything, I told her I was interested. She giggled and started telling us a story about how she took the selling of the house over from her father, since he wasn't able to sell it(for the amount she wanted him to) to do it better. How the house is in great condition to fix up and how awesome the location is. Here are the facts: The house is located in the center of the city, granted. But in the back, near one of the darkest/smelliest allies of the city and surrounded by bums and also located near the biggest bus-stop. Fact is, no big time lawyer or other company is going to want to place their company there. There are almost no parking spaces, since it's located in the middle of a square, and the locals aren't exactly the big spending type. Better said, the people around here are old, broke and living in a ghetto.
Why do I want the house you ask? Simple. Our business is focused on low budget folk, people who can't afford to pay a big shot designer or photography studio to cater their party. People who literally pay between $5 and $50 an hour for our services. We are planning to expand our business so we have more to offer this part of town but also so we can start a family. So this house would be perfect, we could have our house and studio in one building. It's a challenge, one we're willing to face.
The lady giggles and tells me she wants 1.5 million for the house, which is a lot of money. Let me put it into perspective for you. My grandfathers house, a villa located in a rich neighborhood on the fancy part of the island with about 2 square acres of land and forest sold for less than 1.5million. A perfectly maintained house, ready to move in. All you had to do was give it a fresh paint-job and stick your furniture in it. This lady wants to sell me a house over 200 years old, that practically has no roof, needs a completely restore and barely has any windows for as much. Not even the ground is worth 100grand. There, I said it. And if she doesn't believe me I'll be more than glad to have the house and terrain assessed for her. I'm not stupid, I'm realistic. I know the house isn't cheap, but I'm not one to be ripped off. She even dares going on about how she's gonna have a website made for the house. Stupid, ignorant lady. We design and build websites for a living.
I'm 22, my husband is 26. We've been together since I was 19 and it's going great. We both have great jobs (I'm the interim manager, general assistant to the boss and I also do PR & Communication. He's the head of IT, Design & Studio) at the local art institute for contemporary art. Besides that I have my own design and photography studio, where him and I work together and have frequent clients. So yes, we have a comfortable life. Hence why we're house-hunting in the first place.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I could actually afford 1.5million guilders (roughly 850grand in USD), right now, but I deserve a chance. The same goddamn opportunity you would give any other suited business(wo)man that you think LOOKS like they can pay you.
So you know what? Fuck that bitch, I'm gonna buy that house one day.
That will be all.
Love, quesillo and mashed potatoes.
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