My wonderful Tucson realtor, Bill Gaul, e-mailed me yesterday and included a link to the listing for my sweet little mid-town charmer. I wrote here and here last summer about selling this house.
What on earth was this guy thinking? Was this a house flip? He buys it for $282K, forcing me to come up with $45K at closing—from which I sometimes think I'll only recover in death!—and turns around seven months later and lists it for $289K? Neighbors tell me it looks like he's never moved in.
But look at the pictures. I had the most beautiful stand of Night-Blooming Cereus outside the living room window. I would sit for hours on the couch by the window, staring at those unique blossoms. I would open the windows to drink in their incredible fragrance. His improvements to the house? Removing all but one of the Night-Blooming Cereus. Oh, and removing the fence around the pool. Unless he has now locked the gates to the backyard, he no longer meets code. Oh, and look at the photo of the adobe playhouse at the back corner of the yard and notice all the weeds in the backyard. It didn't look that way when I lived there!
Let it gooooooo.
And may he get killed in the real estate market for the pain he inflicted on me.
That lovely old settled neighborhood deserves a far better resident that this boy turned out to be.
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