By Dave Twombly
It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken (yeah, I take full responsibility for it. It was me, not you). Now that the fall is knocking on our door (I can’t believe I just wrote that, so sad) you’ll be back to hearing from me regularly. (I hope none of you wretched at that thought).
Summer is a slow time in the world of real estate. Sellers would rather be doing summery things like heading to the beach and buyers don’t expect much and look with half an eye. Inventory is sparse and what we see in the rare case that an interesting property comes along are mobbed open houses, deadlines for offers and bidding wars.
What’s that you say? Bidding wars? In this economy? You don’t know what you are talking about Dave! Usually, that statement is true. However in this case I’m actually right. Those lazy, hazy days of summer can be super stressful if the right house comes along. (And usually goes away before you have a chance to think about it)
So my summer vacation? Since that’s the title this entry? It was filled with running around the backyard with the (now) 2 year old, eating 7 dozen oysters in one week (thanks to a trip to the Cape), getting rained on while going camping, twice, having our house painted (more on that in the future), welcoming new neighbors and helping my clients weather the slow summer market while maintaining their sanity.
I hope yours was as good.
And I promise, to see you soon.