From Crazy Prices to Condo vs Duplex vs Townhouse Madness: What in Tarnation is Happening?
Alright, folks. It’s me, Jessica. You know, that realtor who’s always blabbing about houses? Yeah, that one. Look, I gotta get this off my chest or I’m gonna explode.
This Market is Trying to Give Me an Ulcer, I Swear
So, yesterday. I’m showing this house, right? Nice little place, nothing fancy. We walk in and I kid you not, there’s a line. A freaking line! For a house that looks like it survived the Wizard of Oz tornado. I mean, what the actual heck? And the prices? Sweet baby Jesus. I had this guy look at a place last week. He sees the price and goes, “Jessica, did you add an extra zero by mistake?” I wish, buddy. I really freakin’ wish.
Buyers and Sellers Are Losing Their Minds (And So Am I)
You wanna know what’s really making me question reality? People are calling me at all hours asking about real estate rates 2024. Like, honey, I can barely predict what I’m having for dinner, let alone interest rates next year. And don’t get me started on the sellers. Had this lady call me, swear to God, wanted to list her garage. Not the house. The garage. Said she saw some luxury homes in Kansas on TV and figured her detached garage was basically the same thing. I nearly choked on my coffee.
I’m This Close to Losing It, Y’all
Look, if you’re brave enough (or crazy enough) to buy in this market, here’s my advice: 1. Get pre-approved. Like, yesterday. No, last month. 2. Be ready to pounce. I had a client lose out because they stopped to tie their shoe. Their shoe! 3. Maybe look at different options. Heck, I’ve even got folks asking about Kansas City industrial property for sale. Who says you can’t live in a warehouse, right? I’m telling ya, I’m running on fumes and fantasy here. This market’s got me stress-eating gas station hot dogs at 3 AM and considering a career change to something less stressful. Like lion taming. If you need help navigating this circus, give me a shout. I’ll be the one in yoga pants and a blazer, muttering to myself in the QuikTrip parking lot. Stay sane out there, Wichita. Or don’t. Sanity’s overrated in this market anyway. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go scream into a pillow for about an hour. Or until my next showing. Whichever comes first.
