Homes in my neighborhood are now selling in the $150,000 range. I paid $232,000 for mine…before the bubble.
About 17 years ago, I bought my first house in this neighborhood—same model as the one I’m in only not updated, no pool, smaller lot, and close to two hideously noisy main drags. I paid $100,000. The seller was asking $130,000, but a recession was on, the house had been on the market for three months, and it was in an estate, so my Realtor talked him way down on the price. Except for a HUD house across the street, that was about as low as values got…I got a smokin’ deal on the place.
So. What this means is that property values in my area have dropped into the range where they were more than 15 years ago.
It also means I no longer can sell my house, use the proceeds to pay off the mortgage on the downtown house, and move in there when my son is ready to move on. This uptown house is not worth enough to cover what we owe on that house.
Annoying. It cuts off a key strategy for dealing with the difficult position the crash has created for us. Even though the neighborhood is not as nice as mine, the downtown house is quite charming; I like it and was willing to move into it, because it’s easier to maintain and has no expensive pool to care for. That’s now no longer an option.
Mulling over what we’re going to do in the long term…heaven help us!
First, I’d like to get my son’s name off that mortgage. They have him on there as the primary borrower, because I’m unemployed. Next year I should be earning more than I’m making now, plus of course, my retirement savings could pay for the house in full if I were forced to use them that way. Once the government permits me to earn a living wage again, it might be good to try to engineer a sale of the house to me. At least then he won’t be stuck with a financial black hole when I die—debts aren’t inherited, and even if they were, this is a no-recourse state. So once I’m gone, he can safely let the bank take it.
It remains to be seen, however, whether anyone will let us do that. Values have dropped commensurately in the downtown neighborhood. There, houses are selling for under $100,000. We presumably would have to get a new mortgage, and of course no one is going to write a new loan for $211,000 on a house that’s worth about $130,000, if we’re lucky.
We can’t rent the house for the amount of the presently reduced mortgage’s monthly payments. However, when it comes time for him to move on, I think renting will be probably our only option, other than walking and destroying his credit as well as mine. The rent would cover enough of the mortgage to make the remainder affordable, if galling. Problem is, it wouldn’t be enough to build a repair and maintenance fund, indispensable for an old place like that. But because we’d be running at a loss, we probably would pay no taxes on the rental income. LOL! We might not pay any taxes, period, at the rate things are going!
That’s about it for our future options:
Rent it.
Default on it.
In the present, however, about all we can do is count our blessings. We have two pleasant little houses in acceptable neighborhoods. One of them is paid for. They’re both very pretty, they’re both conveniently close to work, school, and shopping, and they’re both reasonably sound. Things could be worse.
I guess…
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