Our first home purchase - "The Life of the Unrepresented Buyer"
1985 We looked at a couple of condos alongside the El tracks in Chicago... nice places, great complexes close to everything... we were assured that we would "get used to the train" the screeching, the rumbling, the shaking... At $48,000 it seemed like a bargain and fit in our price range, but at the last minute we decided NO. The agent was disappointed, but she didn't have to show us much. She was really disappointed when we didn't buy the next house from her either, but we didn't understand how things worked, after all she had only shown us her own company listings up until then.
Happily living in a two bedroom apartment in Chicago's Logan Square neighborhood until a new psycho landlord that called himself "The Colonel" moved in upstairs.... a guy that really enjoyed acting the part. There was really something wrong with him and we needed to move....
So, being the typical couple we took the newborn for drives (at least he would stop crying that way) and visited open houses for fun. We stopped in some FSBO's and it always seemed a bit awkward... they always wanted to sit down and talk to you... mostly, we just wanted to get out of the house.
We stumbled across an open house on a brick bungalow on Chicago's northwest side in the Cragin neighborhood. It was a very dated all brick bungalow from 1928. Another family was there talking about how awful it was... Lisa and I walked around and were nudging each
other.. thinking "this might work for us" at $62,500 it seemed a bit pricey, but...
So we met the agent sitting at the kitchen table he didn't get up and looked old and tired (I was 24, he might have been 38 for all I know) He volunteered that the seller would take $57,000. Lisa and I took his card and told him we would call later.
The next day we called the agent and told him we would like to put in an offer... he seemed a bit confused and asked what this was about... so we explained how we had met him the day before. He offered that he is an alcoholic and has been on a drinking binge and doesn't remember any of the previous few days.
OK, we still want to make an offer and mention that we would like to start at $55,000... he flies off the handle. I tell him that he's the one who told me that the owner would take $57,000... he hesitates and says that he shouldn't have said that and we better come into the office ('the lucky penny company") Lisa and I get there, he introduces us to his Broker... and then leaves. The Broker then proceeds to tell us that we
can't offer that much, he won't present it, she's a little old lady and the house is all she has. We explain that his agent told us she would take $57,000, the broker says he shouldn't have done that and that the agent has problems" (duh!) I explain that I'm not going to pay any more than that. The broker gets rude and yells at us, we stand up to leave and all of a sudden he wants to talk finances... somehow we get hooked up with Sears Mortgage, he presents the offer... which she accepts.
We luck out and get a 12.5% mortgage with 3 points, so we are feeling pretty good about things. Our finance contingency is due in mid July, we have plenty of time...YET...things drag on... Sears Mortgage keeps asking us for more things, our date has come and passed and now it's time to close... amazingly the day after our rate lock expires, we are suddenly approved for a 14% mortgage with 4 points. Isn't that something?
Despite everything, we loved that house... I (who had always lived in apartments) gutted the only bathroom (that almost led to divorce court!) and installed a dishwasher in the kitchen (no leaks!) we re-carpeted and we had a detached garage built!
In 1988 we sold it for $87,000 with multiple offers... we ended up with problems on the closing and terrorized our agent - (I'm really sorry Rich!) but that is another story.
Then... being unrepresented buyers Lisa and I purchased a home to be built... we put in a lot of upgrades and then paid a premium for a large cul de sac lot (It backed to a highway)
Once I became a Real Estate Agent in early 1989, I found it embarrassing that I had paid a premium to purchase that location. The worst part was that despite extensive, expensive landscaping... it cost me a larger premium to sell it (in the form of a reduced price)
Fortunately, I am now able to avoid these pitfalls... young Angus could have used my (the older versions)help...
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