Over the weekend, among other busy activities, we sold the house.
When I was younger, I didn’t have the “chops” to buy a house. I didn’t know if I would be in one place long enough… I didn’t have the money… I had no backbone.
A few years ago (when I was about 35) I finally took the plunge and bought the first real house I’ve ever owned. A small-ish place, about 1500 square feet, three bedrooms, ranch-style with partially finished basement. About 170 grand. And it took both my wife and I to pay for it… that’s usually the case with first houses.
So when I learned that the buyer of our home was single, it was a little bit of a shock. Then, when it learned it was a woman, it was more of a shock because this house has a lot of maintenance requirements. (I know that sounds sexist, sorry) Then, when I learned it was her first house, I realized what a slow start I got in life.
Again, this will sound sexist, but it’s hard to imagine a single female home buyer paying over 500 grand for THEIR FIRST HOME. How did I get left off of the gravy train?!? It’s taken me 25 years to get to where I am.
It is things like these that keep me humble.