Yes, I do love driving around and around, looking at real estate...occasionally even getting out of the car and touring an open house.
It’s a trait I seem to have inherited from my mother. She also loved to look at open houses — in Southern California, before we moved to the desiccated spaces of lovely Arizona. Great fun, it is: to look at what’s selling for how much, and how the other two-thirds live.
She could have been exceptionally good at the Realtor’s job, because she did have a saleswoman’s personality: friendly, empathetic, interested in other people.
My house: perfect for two people. Good for two people and one or two kids. Probably tolerable for two adults and as many as four kids. Six would be pushin’ it…but an enthusiastic parent could do it. I suppose.
There’s so much good fun to look at, here in the ‘Hood.
Just got back from Ruby’s evening perambulation. We have to walk around the large central park, which encompasses several acres. This evening as we traipsed past, we got to watch a couple of serious soccer games in progress.
Several Latin American leagues show up at the park, come evening. These appear not, by and large, to be Mexican, but probably clubs from South America. They play soccer, they play soccer, and they play soccer…with élan. Great fun to watch them. If I had no dog in tow, if I had nothin’ else to do…I’d stop and watch a whole game. Could I converse with them in Spanish? More or less. But Portuguese? Prob’ly not so much. But oh my: they’re fun to watch.
What does that have to do with selling houses? Prob’ly nothing…except, I suppose, you have to like people and you have to engage their doings in order to persuade them to buy things from you. Especially expensive things.