As some of you may know, my old condo had been on the market for just under a year before I closed on it yesterday. There are a couple reasons why I haven't written more about the whole experience. The first is a certain superstitious aversion to jinxing things. Particularly once it was under contract, I didn't want to say anything lest it fall through and I feel miserable for having gotten my hopes up.
The second reason is that it's been a dulling lesson in progressive disappointment. My original asking price was $164,500, which I arrived at this by feeding my 2003 purchase price of $139,000 into a couple of inflation calculators and then tacking on a few thousand for time and trouble. My realtor was happy with it because it was still below the comps in the building. But after weeks of no activity, we began a series of strategically dropping the price to stir interest. Eventually, it came all the way down to $119,000 and I closed for $115,00.
I'm still in a state of denial about the loss. I selected my place very carefully so that it would be both an excellent home and a safe investment. It's in a spectacularly well-run building in a beautiful location. More important--given that I knew at the time the market was inflated--it was a lower-end property: a one-bedroom perfect for first-time buyers. I reasoned that, when bubble burst, it would be those at the upper end who were hit hardest and seeking to downsize. At the same time, first-time buyers would still be entering the market, so a place like mine was sure to hold its value, right?
Well, perhaps--if there hadn't been, you know, a credit crunch which made it all but impossible for first-time buyers to get credit. In the end, I was just as blindsided by developments as the irrationally exuberant flippers I was laughing up my sleeve at. It's been a tremendous blow to my ego; I feel, quite simply, like a failure. $50,000 in capital, up in smoke, like it never even existed. That averages out to $10,000 out the window for every year I lived there. For that kind of money, I could simply have rented a place twice the size with every amenity imaginable and had it professionally cleaned twice a month.
And this brings us to the third reason why I haven't been posting, which is as painful as a loss like that is, it hasn't cleaned me out. At a time when a significant number of people on my flist and in my personal life are un- or underemployed, I have a secure job with excellent benefits. I still have money in the bank and an IRA. Most importantly, I have
monshu, who promised me I wouldn't suffer for having been forced to sell when I did and he has made good on that promise. I really don't deserve anyone's sympathy and wouldn't be comfortable receiving it anyway.
So this puts me in an awkward position whenever I have to tell someone I sold my place, since the first word out of their mouth is, "Congratulations!" It's hard to explain that I don't really feel like celebrating without sounding like a big whinerbaby. I really liked that place; together with a host of friends, I put a lot into that place. It was my first opportunity to turn a habitation into the place that I really wanted and I ran with it. Now not only is it gone before its full potential was realised, but I'm out the funds I expected to have to make this place into the home I've dreamt of.
Again, don't feel bad for me; every night I get to hear the snores of my beloved, and that's something priceless that I've wanted for over a decade. I haven't slipped out of the middle class, like those forced to walk away from huge mortgages they couldn't every hope to repay have. In fact, I didn't even have to take money to the closing. I know I'll be a better person for the whole experience once I'm finally able to come to grips with it. (As I bitched to the Old Man, "Why does personal growth have to be so expensive?") It's only in my mind that I've been prevented from doing anything I really want to do, since people far worse off have done a lot more with less.
*BIG SIGH*
Now with that out of the way, it's time for more posts about peonies and bunnies and borage salads.
The second reason is that it's been a dulling lesson in progressive disappointment. My original asking price was $164,500, which I arrived at this by feeding my 2003 purchase price of $139,000 into a couple of inflation calculators and then tacking on a few thousand for time and trouble. My realtor was happy with it because it was still below the comps in the building. But after weeks of no activity, we began a series of strategically dropping the price to stir interest. Eventually, it came all the way down to $119,000 and I closed for $115,00.
I'm still in a state of denial about the loss. I selected my place very carefully so that it would be both an excellent home and a safe investment. It's in a spectacularly well-run building in a beautiful location. More important--given that I knew at the time the market was inflated--it was a lower-end property: a one-bedroom perfect for first-time buyers. I reasoned that, when bubble burst, it would be those at the upper end who were hit hardest and seeking to downsize. At the same time, first-time buyers would still be entering the market, so a place like mine was sure to hold its value, right?
Well, perhaps--if there hadn't been, you know, a credit crunch which made it all but impossible for first-time buyers to get credit. In the end, I was just as blindsided by developments as the irrationally exuberant flippers I was laughing up my sleeve at. It's been a tremendous blow to my ego; I feel, quite simply, like a failure. $50,000 in capital, up in smoke, like it never even existed. That averages out to $10,000 out the window for every year I lived there. For that kind of money, I could simply have rented a place twice the size with every amenity imaginable and had it professionally cleaned twice a month.
And this brings us to the third reason why I haven't been posting, which is as painful as a loss like that is, it hasn't cleaned me out. At a time when a significant number of people on my flist and in my personal life are un- or underemployed, I have a secure job with excellent benefits. I still have money in the bank and an IRA. Most importantly, I have
So this puts me in an awkward position whenever I have to tell someone I sold my place, since the first word out of their mouth is, "Congratulations!" It's hard to explain that I don't really feel like celebrating without sounding like a big whinerbaby. I really liked that place; together with a host of friends, I put a lot into that place. It was my first opportunity to turn a habitation into the place that I really wanted and I ran with it. Now not only is it gone before its full potential was realised, but I'm out the funds I expected to have to make this place into the home I've dreamt of.
Again, don't feel bad for me; every night I get to hear the snores of my beloved, and that's something priceless that I've wanted for over a decade. I haven't slipped out of the middle class, like those forced to walk away from huge mortgages they couldn't every hope to repay have. In fact, I didn't even have to take money to the closing. I know I'll be a better person for the whole experience once I'm finally able to come to grips with it. (As I bitched to the Old Man, "Why does personal growth have to be so expensive?") It's only in my mind that I've been prevented from doing anything I really want to do, since people far worse off have done a lot more with less.
*BIG SIGH*
Now with that out of the way, it's time for more posts about peonies and bunnies and borage salads.
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If it's any consolation, the psychological aspect of this slump is so overwhelming that even though we sold our house just past the peak, I go look at it's current value and still feel the loss even though I'm not the one dealing with it.
I've made vastly larger financial errors than this. Mistakes larger than my current net worth. I've also avoided mistakes of the same magnitude. It's like the weather, and every bit as impersonal. You never know if it's going to rain on your picnic.
So don't worry, I don't feel bad for you at ALL. ;-)
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I remember an investment seminar that a friend of mine & I went to (mostly for the free food). At one point, the guy at the front of the room was saying something to the effect of "If you don't take advantage of this opportunity RIGHT NOW it will be a $[big number which I don't remember the exact size of] mistake. You can't afford to make a $X mistake."
Afterwards, feeling the need to be social and point out the error of his ways, I commented to the speaker that it's impossible to avoid making financial mistakes of that size. When Microsoft, Walmart and Berkshire Hathaway were small and low priced, not investing in them was a mistake of that size - which I made every day. And thanks to the magic of compounding, little mistakes I made when I was 20 are huge now.
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These are not "mistakes" in the sense of bad judgment, just bad luck!
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Nothing you could say could've cheered me up more!
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Ich bin manchmal selbst erstaunt, mit welcher Gelassenheit ich die Verluste in den letzten Jahren hingenommen habe.
Immerhin lebst du jetzt deinen Traum mit Traummann an deiner Seite. Also insofern dann trotz allem: Gratulation.
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Sounds like you made out OK, to be honest with you.
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You had a 50K disappointment. Congratulations on having sold the place at all- the outcome could have been much worse. There's another LJer who sold his house for less than his outstanding mortgage "it's worth much more!" except that real estate is only worth what someone will pay for it.
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real estate is only worth what someone will pay for it
You could say the same about anything, couldn't you?
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Keep in mind that outside of Chicago, there's nothing but
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When we moved from house #1 to house #2 we didn't sell house #1 for about 10 months. We were taking a calculated risk because we knew there was a specific time of year (when newly minted doctors match into hospitals, there was one nearby) when it might sell without us dramatically dropping the price, so we hung on paying the mortage, etc., and it did sell then. But those 10 months of going to flush the toilets and keep things "show"-able, making sure there was nothing horribly wrong in our absence, the logistics of two sets of utilities, etc. was an additional pain (additional to the two mortgage checks every month). So, again, disregarding the pain-in-chief of price and loss and etc., I'll congratulate you on being free of the fuss and bother of attending to it.
And amen on the feeling lucky in the midst of this shitstorm.
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Which is to say, it could be worse, and count your blessings dearly.
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(okay, fine, mr. smarter-than-me.)
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Res Ipsa Loquitur
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I'm very glad things aren't worse, and you (and I) are still middle class. Wish me luck finding a job before COBRA runs out so that I can stay middle class.
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I'm sorry for that loss... 26k is a lot of money
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But your expenses have just gone down $1000 a month, no? That's a nice thing these days... ah wait, you have to stimulate the economy; please find something else to spend it on...
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