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January 30, 2006

Now I Can Vent. Sort of.

2006-01-30 3rdstreet.jpg

Some minor anecdotes from the sale of my apartment...

  • Real estate is still over the top in Park Slope, I guess, as evidenced by the price tags on any given apartment, including my own former 500 sq. ft. one bedroom which, even at its reduced price when it finally sold, I could not afford to re-purchase after two years of living there.
  • If there is any chance that the building next door to your hundred-year-old brownstone will be gut renovated or perhaps have its interior brickwork repointed, do not plan to try to sell your apartment any time soon. Large interior cracks are not very appealing to potential buyers. Neither are the jackhammers.
  • Never trust a realtor (not the one that I eventually went with) who comes in and swoons over your tiny apartment and tells you that buyers will not care about large, ominous cracks in your plaster walls.
  • Never trust a potential buyer whose lawyer has an answering message that urges you to have a glorious, triumphant and blessed day.
  • Always wonder about the potential buyer whose father was willing to pay out an obscene amount of money in cash for a quick sale but balked at the last second because 3rd Street was too far from the subway.
  • Really wonder about the bank representative who failed to bring certified checks to the closing.

And finally, giggle with glee that it is all over. No more homeownership for Callalillie and right now that is A-OK.

Posted by callalillie at January 30, 2006 10:44 AM | Life in the Slope


Congratulations! Is it just me or does your old building (I'm assuming that's what that photo is) look alot like the cover of Physical Graffiti, minus the fire escapes...

Posted by: Dave at January 30, 2006 11:14 AM

ha! close, but different architectural styles. the middle apt was mine, though it doesn't look like that anymore-- they converted the parlor floor into 2 apartments and removed the stoop, making the basement door the front entrance.

Posted by: corie at January 30, 2006 11:17 AM


Posted by: Manuchao at January 30, 2006 11:55 AM

no certified checks?? that's just retarded. did they just bring boxes of cash money?

Posted by: tien at January 30, 2006 1:25 PM

you know, i'm not sure what he got. at that point i was convinced that we would have to close another day. the guy wound up, after huffing and puffing and rolling his eyes, going over to the washinton mutal on court street and getting them.

Posted by: corie at January 30, 2006 1:27 PM

No more home ownership? I thought that place you and Lex moved into, you bought? No?

Posted by: Nancy at January 30, 2006 9:48 PM

nope, it's a rental.

Posted by: corie at January 30, 2006 10:08 PM

Hey, so I'm a total stranger, but I love your blog. Congrats on the new apartment! (And go back to school if you're thinking about it --trust me, it's SO much better than working!)

Posted by: DrMandy at January 31, 2006 11:45 PM

Dave, it's you.

Posted by: jen at February 1, 2006 9:31 AM

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