Erin and I have been working pretty hard doing minor repairs around the townhouse, cleaning shit up, ostensibly de-cluttering things, and all those other super funtastic tasks associated with preparing the place for a tough run on the real estate market.
That’s right. We’re putting the fucker up for sale.
The plan is to sell it fairly quickly at a reasonable cost that will still land me a healthy profit. Like the rest of the States, the market is down relative to last year’s crazy shit, and it’s a “buyers’ market”. Unlike most places, however, the assessed value of the townhouse still managed to go up this year. Plus–if our agent’s reporting is factual–it’s one of the nicest (read: not completely fuckin’ trashed) places in our neighborhood that will be for sale.
Then it’ll be time to find a not-completely-fuckin’-trashed house with a yard that won’t crush my morale by way of an absurd monthly mortgage payment.
First things first…
Oh, and I’ve been watching a lot of playoff hockey.