Read the previous posts of this series about packing up and moving to Boulder, CO
I waited with baited breath the entire day she was out looking at property. I tried to distract myself by taking the kids to the beach and then the club but I was literally dying. What was I thinking not being a part of this process? I, of course, had my impractical favorites and was hoping against hope that for once I wasn’t wrong.
Now I feel it’s necessary here to make an important point. When it comes to matching my clients with the perfect house, I am a genius. I have an amazing ratio of showings to purchase. By that I mean there are many instances where my clients have purchased the only house I showed them because it turned out to be perfect. But for some reason, my own emotions get in the way when it comes to my own home.
The first word finally came. Shocker, my first choice was killed immediately as being totally impractical for us. But my second choice was her first choice. She was going to see it again the next day to be sure. Phew. I could live with my second choice.
But could I put a deal together on a house I had never set foot in? Is that the true power of the Internet for real estate?