Ah well, I always knew it was a long shot. But the experience has confirmed my hatred of "old guys with money". Damn baby boomers, they have all the cash and can just wander in and blow your offer away.
For those not up to speed, yes I went to another auction on Saturday. The townhouse was white, freehold, lovely, very liveable. But apparently not affordable. ;)
I'm working on writing a piece about my experiences so far with real estate - it's just in my head at the moment, but rest assured the words "grubby", "greedy" and "demoralising" get a fair workout. I'm also cementing in my previously expressed views that the real estate industry hides its seedy side with a veil of mysticism - which everyone accepts despite its obvious idiocy. Destiny, fate, vibes, "you'll know it when you see it" are all words and phrases commonly batted around by agents, sellers, buyers, men on the street, women in the pub - everyone just accepts them.
The reality is simpler - got cash, get house. That's all there is to it baby.
I've walked into numerous houses where I've thought "You know, I could live here". Why else would I put god-damn offers on them? Yes I blew a few things, I got nervous, I got cocky....but at the end of the day, I didn't have the cash.
Well, lookie there. I've started crapping on already. Should be able to form that into some sort of coherent thesis at some point.
For now, gentle reader/s, go enjoy your Monday night's Oscar viewing. Ridicule the below-par fashions and work on your own Oscar speech. Mine changes every year! ;)