I heard a lovely story today from my real estate friend Cheryl. When she first started in real estate she had a listing to sell an apartment owned by WINZ. This apartment had a tenant, a formerly homeless man called Willy, and because he had no phone she would visit him to make appointments to bring viewers around. He had carefully furnished the apartment from skips; he had furniture, paintings and rugs on the floor. When there was a viewing he would bake bread so that the aroma would be enticing to a buyer. Cheryl sold the apartment to an investor and, as WINZ would continue to pay his rent, Willy was allowed to remain.
A few weeks later Cheryl was walking past the City Mission with some clients when she heard her name being called. Willy sauntered over to her and they had a catch up right there on the street accompanied by her bemused clients and a dozen homeless people.
As Cheryl walked away she heard one of Willy’s friends ask
“Who was that”
And Willy replied…………..
“That’s my estate agent.”
I watched a few episodes of a TV programme over the weekend that has stuck in my head. It’s called Property Wars and is set in Arizona (which is much greener than I envisaged) and follows a group of property buyers who buy properties sight unseen. Sounds crazy doesn’t it? There’s not a lot of explanation but from what I can make out these are properties that are foreclosures and they’re auctioned off by the courts early on a particular morning (it could be every morning – they don’t specify).
The buyers are in teams of two and one gets to the house approximately 10 minutes before the auction starts and has a quick look around the outside of the house and the other stays at the courthouse to bid. The ‘winner’ doesn’t know what state the property is in until the door is opened by the estate agent and is already his to enjoy or destroy.
Some of them are gorgeous (oh, really cheap real estate out there too – at least by NZ standards) and others are disasters – down to the floor being dug up – by suppliers who hadn’t got paid or maybe by unhappy owners giving the banks a hard time.
I know a lot of estate agents but I only know one who would have the gumption to do this. Marnie Adams. I think she’d love the excitement of opening that door and not knowing what she’d find. And if it was bad, she’d roll up her sleeves, get stuck in and still make a profit.
It’s about more than money – it’s about living your life to the fullest. These guys (and funnily enough they are all guys) are not content to sit back and take the safe option. There are so many property shows on TV that you get a bit jaded by them – this one has shaken the pot up for me and I’m really enjoying it.
Good morning, good morning. I’m feeling great today because I’ve been suffering really badly with vertigo recently and I don’t have it this morning. I’ve been up since stupid o’clock though and decided I’d get myself a blog because ‘they’ tell you should if you’re serious about writing. So here I am.
I live in Auckland and in case your geography is as bad as mine, that’s in New Zealand. It’s great most of the time, unless your little niece who you’ve never seen except in photos turns one. That was yesterday, Irish time, so happy birthday little Maria – you’re absolutely gorgeous.
I’m sure I’ll get into the hang of this blog thing but I’m sitting here looking at the screen and wondering what the hell I have to say that would be of interest to people. I’ll get there no doubt – I’ve got ideas galore.
That’s enough for now – I’ll be back soon. Have a lovely weekend.