I might want to put my house on the market just so I can enjoy the spectacle of people complaining about paying me more than my asking price.
I actually would not sell it because then I would have to move, which means paying someone else more than the asking price.
It’s Catch-22 in the area’s red-hot housing market – if your housing value skyrockets, then everyone else’s. You can sell high, but you will certainly not buy low.
Of course, buyers will not listen to it. I know I never did.
We had a less intense version of the current market when we last bought a house in 1993. It was not a bidding war as it is now, but it was bidding cuts. We lost one of them, and I’m still thinking about the house that escaped. It had plenty of closet space.
But soon we found another to fall in love with. In love with the dimensions, we did not see the fault of the house during our eager hunt. It was only later – say half an hour after the end – that we began to think anew. Why did we not notice the hump under the rug in the family room? Is something buried there? (No, it was just a bad floor leveling job, which I had to fix 27 years later.)
I have owned three houses. In each case, I thought I would die if someone else came to them first, and later realized that I did not love any of them that much.
It occurred to me after we bought the first one that I really should have just bought a garden. I loved the freedom to dig holes in the ground and plant things without the need for permits.
But the house? Too complicated, too aggravated, too demanding. Outside you can do miracles with a flat with annuals and some mulch. Inside, any improvement is costly, and you can not just prune your rug in shape or transform tired decor with half-priced shrubs.
After each house purchase, we felt in almost poverty of the size of the mortgage. And then it would ease, and we would start to feel cramped in free space.
The other house had a basement, a big wish from us. The third had one and a half baths more than the second, which seemed a must at the time.
Now the children are adults and gone, and if anything, we have too much space. If we were to move now – which we are not – it would be to a smaller place. But, wow, that would come with a big price tag.
Joe Blundo is a Dispatch columnist.