Our family's search for a house

Home at Last

OK, for any of you who have been wondering: Did these people just stop looking or just stop writing? Or, more succinctly, WTF ? So allow me to make an announcement: We have, at long last, found a house.

Actually, if I may disagree with myself, I don’t think it has been all that long. We only started looking in earnest a few months ago, and I don’t think five months is too long to find and buy a house. I have been known to take that long to investigate and purchase a radio for our kitchen . And real estate is slightly more complicated than a radio, even the fancy one I ended up buying.

We will dribble out details over the next few days, and then this blog will be the victim of a mercy killing. The main detail, of course, is—which house? This one . As you can see, it is a FSBO, pronounced "fizzbo," as in For Sale By Owner. And we were BWAREA, pronounced "bwarah!" as in Buyers Without A Real Estate Agent. Because buying your first house isn’t difficult enough.

In truth, buying a house without a realtor was not so much difficult as time-consuming. There’s just a lot of stuff you have to learn about and do. But the chief value of real-estate agents, insofar as they have any, comes in negotiations: The term "arm’s length negotiations" is no longer an abstract idea to us. I would have happily paid a few thousand bucks—maybe not 3 percent of the sales price, but a nice piece of change—for the ability to pick up the phone, dial my agent and say, in my best Tony Soprano voice, "Get this done."

It didn’t happen that way. More later. In the meantime, how about that kitchen? (I'll let Nora explain her newly nuanced position on the countertops.) And the back porch! And it has a new furnace! I’m not just saying this because we’re buying it: It’s a great house.

 

Bubble Blogging

James Surowiecki asks a question I have also asked (and that Dan Gross has long been pondering ): What did the housing bubble give us? He reaches a conclusion similar to my own, though I picked on Las Vegas instead of Phoenix:

The housing bubble was unique, and uniquely awful. Each of the previous waves had come in response to a profound shift in the real economy. With the housing bubble, by contrast, there was no meaningful development in the real economy that could explain why homes were suddenly so much more attractive or valuable. The only thing that had changed, really, was that banks were flinging cheap money at would-be homeowners, essentially conjuring up profits out of nowhere. And while previous booms (at least, those of the twenties and the nineties) did end in tears, along the way they made the economy more productive and more innovative in a lasting way. That’s not true of the past decade. Banking grew bigger and more profitable. But all we got in exchange was acres of empty houses in Phoenix.

But wait: On her blog,

calls this analysis too full of "a sort of post-hoc, ergo propter hoc reasoning"—bloggin’ in Latin!—and that we still don’t know what the benefits of the housing bubble will be.

says that if we didn’t spend the money on housing, we probably would have wasted it on something else. And

adds levels of complication about exchange rates and global trade imbalances and deficit spending. I will not attempt to summarize.


 


All I can say is this: If one benefit of the bursting of the bubble was supposed to be reasonable prices for houses in places where people may actually want to live, then I'm not seeing it. Not yet anyway. And yes, we're still looking.



 

A Mystery on Brandywine Street

I was not impressed with thishouse . And when she looked at it in February, neitherwas Nora . It was a foreclosure special, and even though it was cheaprelative to the neighborhood, it needed work. So we moved on, though I made amental note to keep track of what happened to the place. If it sold for morethan list ($629,900), I figured, then this market was still seriously out ofwhack.

I learned last month that not only did it sell for more thanlist price—it sold for 25 percent more than list price. (See also thissite .) What kind of madness was this? Then I noticed the sale price—$789,000—was about what the property was assessed for. I chalkedit up to my ignorance and inexperience as a first-time would-be homebuyer.Maybe the bank was obligated by its fiduciary duty to its shareholders toaccept nothing less than assessed value on its houses. There was probably aprovision to this effect in the TARP legislation. Tim Geithner drives a hardbargain.

Which was a ridiculous thought—I have a fair amount ofthose—because the bank wouldn't have offered it for less than itsassessed value if it couldn't have accepted less than its assessed value. What wasgoing on here?

The mystery only deepened when I learned— just today! (thanks, Frank)— that the house soldfor $651,000. (See also this site .)   What happened to the earlier sale? Did someone buy it again? A check of thepublic record (you have to type in the address) shows only the earliersale, from February.

Maybe the earlier price was a mistake. Maybe the later one is. Maybe there has been a glitchin the D.C records-keeping department. Maybe, hard as it may be to believe, Ihave uncovered amistake on the Internet . Undoubtedly, there are things I do not know about the foreclosure process.

Oh well. It was near the top of our price range and needed a lot of work, so we weren't going to buy this house anyway. So no non-buyer's remorse for us. We'll save that for houses we could actually have afforded.

 

Still Here, Still Looking

Sorry for the long delay in posting. To answer the question many of you—OK, several of you—have been asking: No, we haven’t yet bought a house. We almost did. ( This one , if you’re interested. And this one was also tempting.) And we’re getting closer. But we remain renters.

Part of the issue, obviously, is that we haven’t found a place we’ve both liked enough to want to spend most of our life savings on. But part of the issue is also, I admit, a lack of urgency (mostly on my part).

(On mine, too. I’m happy with our apartment, our neighbors, our friends here. I like apartment living—being able to leave our door open and run down the hall to feed our neighbor’s fish or have that very same neighbor watch Joe while I’m running home from work. So what if the people upstairs use their exercise machine at 9 p.m.?—Nora)

Note I did not say a lack of desire: We’d like a bigger place, and will need one, and it makes sense for us, at this point in our lives, to buy. We have a pretty good idea of what we want, both in terms of house and neighborhood. We have savings. We have loan approval. We have a lawn-care catalog.

So what are we waiting for, you ask. (And if you’re a realtor, you don’t so much ask as shout it.)

A few reasons. One, prices are continuing to fall , and I don’t think we’re hurting ourselves by waiting. (Though I don’t think we’ll wait until 2010, despite this forecast .) Two, as Nora said, we like our current neighborhood, and we certainly can’t afford to buy here . But we can enjoy the sidewalks. Three, and most important, we have to find a place that all of us feel comfortable in.

(Michael, you might as well fess up: By the time we get into this place, there will be four of us.—Nora)

 

The President Goes Off-Message

When we wrote this headline , we were just kidding. But now President Obama has gone and pretty much taped an infomercial complete with exhortations to visit his Web site telling people what a good deal they can get if they refinance their mortgage. Low rates! Great service! Millions of satisfied customers! Actually, he didn't mention anything about great service, but since it's the federal government, you can count on it.

I'll let Dana Milbank expound on the political implications of all this. My only point is to note that the president refers to your house as " your single biggest investment," which it usually is, unless you're someone like Bernie Madoff, in which case you've got bigger problems (and more houses ).

Obviously the president hasn't been spending much time lately with real-estate agents and doesn't realize that this think-of-your-house-as-an-investment line is no longer in the script. If I had a dollar for every time I've been at an open house and been told to think of it not as an investment but as a place to live —w ell, we'd have enough for a much bigger house. I realize that a house is not only an investment. Like a car or a box of breakfast cereal, it has a value all its own, separate from its monetary worth.

I also realize that it's the job of realtors to get people to buy houses. And in a declining market, property is not a good investment, at least for the short term. We weren't in the market a few years go it may not seem like it, but we've been looking for only a few months! but I imagine the sales pitch then went something like this: Don't think of this as a place as where you're going to live for the rest of your life think of it as investment! And in a few years you can sell and move up.

Of course, neither perspective is entirely wrong. It's a matter of emphasis. Maybe buyers back in the boom years should have heard more advice like what we're hearing today. And maybe we ought to listen more when we're told not to think of a house as an investm... Nah. We should still think of our house as our biggest investment and as a place to live. Because that's exactly what it is.

 

Philistines at the Hedgerow

You can tell a lot about a real estate listing by its photos. And the few photographs in this listing are as enticing for what they don't show as for what they do. Namely: a kitchen. But I’m no longer daunted by kitchen renovations. In fact, after seeing so many over-the-top kitchens, like this one , I’ve actually come to prefer a kitchen we can make our own. It won’t have granite countertops or high-end appliances, but it will be comfortable and practical. In this case, we could even get a great view of a magnolia tree just outside the window.

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Michael: The kitchen in the last place we liked was worth more than some houses in Detroit . But before we get there, I need to pause—as I did yesterday—on the front lawn. I was mesmerized by those two elephant-size hedges. A little boy could get lost for days in one of those things. His father could spend a month’s worth of Saturdays trimming them.

Nora: I liked the manicured lawn and hedges. They give the property a certain grandeur, making the Tudor-style house seem very English, very elegant, very expensive. Yet it’s in our price range!

The interior was equally elegant, though I didn’t necessarily feel that way walking around in my socks. (The floors had just been refinished, so we were instructed to leave our shoes at the door.) The vaulted ceiling, the wood beams, the stone fireplace—it was all very stately, and the attached sunroom was charming. I’d seen all this from the photographs, however, and was more enticed by the kitchen mystery around the corner. It looked like it hadn’t been renovated in decades.

Michael: I really like this place—it’s just different enough to be interesting, but not so different as to be impractical. Well, there was that one closet with a window. But in general, this house had well-used space—not a lot of overlong hallways or closets too big for the room. Sure, the kitchen was tiny and poorly applianced, but that’s fixed easily enough.   The agent told me renovations would cost about $25,000. Or maybe it was $30,000. Either way—that was easy!

Redoing the floors was also a shrewd move. Something about newly finished floors makes a place feel shiny and clean. So the fumes were a little overpowering. But I got used to them. Also: New floors are cheaper than central air conditioning, which this house would also need. Now we’re spending more than $30,000 on renovations—but don’t worry; it’s all theoretical.

Nora: I wouldn’t be so sure about these renovations, Michael. I’ve been warned by many a friend and seen too many renovation shows to think fixing up is an easy or inexpensive task. And I have a feeling that this house needs more work than we can see in a quick walk-through. Maybe we should bring a contractor with us next time we look at a house? I’d really like to get a better sense of how much all this costs before I get my heart set.

Michael: Sure. Last but not least: After several background briefings, phone calls with anonymous sources, and predawn meetings in parking garages , our crack team of researchers has been able to learn the identity of the former owner of this house . I have jogged on the campus of her alma mater.

Nora: I would like to have met her. The fact that proceeds from the sale of the house will go to fund minority scholarships gives this place good karma. Still, just because I admire her doesn’t mean I want to live in her house.

Michael: OK. I suppose I can let this one go. But if it’s still here in a few weeks, I reserve the right to come back. This time maybe I'll bring a landscaper and get an estimate for hedge care.

 

With God As My Realtor

This study has been getting a lot of attention . Christopher Crowe, an IMF economist, suggests that evangelical Christians may have helped soften the impact of the housing bubble and bust in some areas. Their "strict interpretation of Biblical injunctions with respect to money and greed might make them less prone to speculative excess," he writes. While the rest of us pagans and heathens were buying or refinancing with five/one interest-only ARMs with prepayment penalties, evangelicals were making their payments on their 30-year-fixed mortgages, trimming their hedges, and waiting for the Rapture . (I simplify. But only slightly.)

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One of the reasons evangelicals help smooth out the bumps in the economy, apparently, is that like movies or Manhattan psychiatrists evangelicals are countercyclical. To help illustrate this point, Crowe examined home sales in evangelical and nonevangelical areas just before and after 9/11, and found that prices rose in areas with relatively more evangelicals and fell in areas with relatively fewer. "This is consistent with the view that non-evangelicals viewed the attacks as bad economic news with negative implications for house prices," he writes, "while evangelicals may have been prompted by their 'end times’ beliefs to interpret 9/11 in a more positive light, boosting their overall sentiment and leading to an uptick in prices."

Being neither an economist nor an evangelical, I don't know what to make of all this. I get the part about rapturous evangelicals seeing 9/11 differently. What I don't get is why this would cause home values to rise. If you think the world is about to end, you don't buy a house. You don't sell a house. You just sort of sit around and ... actually, I don't know. What do you do when you think the world is about to end? This is a question for another blog .

On the other hand, and from a purely selfish standpoint: If there are any evangelicals out there looking to quickly and cheaply unload a three-bedroom, two-bath house within walking distance to the subway in advance of the Rapture by all means, let us know.

 

The Importance of Being Earnest

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Maybe it's because of my job, maybe it's because of my upbringing, maybe it's because of my heritage, but anything or anyone described as "earnest" immediately arouses my suspicion. So when the topic of "earnest money" came up last week, I was not favorably inclined.


 


is basically cash that you give to your real estate agent to show sellers how serious

excuse me, how "earnest"

you are about buying their house. Your agent then hangs on to it until the deal either closes or falls through. If it closes, it's put toward your purchase. If it falls through, you get it back. Theoretically.

, but if the deal falls through for reasons not spelled out in your contract, the seller can keep your money even though you don't get the house.


 


There are other ways to show earnestness (the amount of your offer, the size of your down payment, a heartfelt note hand-delivered to the sellers). But, in homebuying as with wedding gifts, people generally like money. So the question, essentially, is this: How earnest a buyer are you?


 


With

, I can tell you exactly: We were prepared to be 1 percent earnest. With an asking price of $638,000, this is not an insubstantial amount of earnestness. Besides, as far as I can tell

in real estate as in life!

there is

of earnestness. Sometimes earnest money is a percentage of the asking price; sometimes it's just a few hundred or thousand bucks.


 


But our Realtor was aghast. Our offer wouldn't be taken seriously, she said. But what about our offering price, I asked. What about our proposed down payment? What about this contract we are prepared to sign? What about this essay Michael wrote in high school about the dignity of work as portrayed in the songs of Bruce Springsteen, which he is prepared to fax to the sellers?

[That essay sounds awfully earnest to me! Nora.]

 


The one thing we were not prepared to do was to be 4 percent more earnest, which is what our Realtor suggested. Maybe we were wrong. And I understand that the seller wants assurance that the buyer is serious and will see the transaction through. But this argument seems to ignore the presence of a contract. If you sign an offer, which protects and obligates both parties, then what's the purpose of "earnest money"?


 


I'll tell you: It has no purpose. Sellers, with the encouragement of Realtors, extract it simply because they can. And because they have been working this way for decades, maybe even centuries. I wonder how much earnest money Abe Lincoln had to pay to get

.


 


All this said, I concede that this position is not entirely rational. After all, if we really want the house, and if all the conditions we spell out in the contract are met, what does it matter? We can just subtract the earnest money we pay now from the down payment we plan to make later. What's a few thousand (or tens of thousands) bucks among friends (or parties to a contract)?



Well, I'm not there yet. I may have to be irrational about this for a while. Earnestly irrational.


 

Long Live the Bubble

It has been more than a week since our last posting/confession, so please forgive us for the absence. Where have we been? Pondering making an offer on this house . Debating our real estate agent about the various components of this offer. Pondering again. Talking to lenders about this offer. (OK, Michael did that.) In the end, we made no offer on this house. It’s now under contract to someone else.

Michael: And we’re OK with that. At least I am. This man has never led me astray, and he says I should always be prepared to walk away from a deal.

Nora: This is a great house. Am I sad we won’t be living in it? A little. But I would be sadder living there knowing we’d overpaid for it, and $638,000 is too much for what we’d be getting. Could we have gotten it for less? Possibly—we’ll know when the sale price becomes public. But given the signals we were getting from our Realtor (which were about as reliable as our own intuition), we weren’t going to get it for the amount we were prepared to offer. We’ll keep an eye on how this one pans out. If we’re proved wrong, and the house goes for $600,000 or less, well, we’ll have learned a lesson. Though I’m not sure what. ... Not to not listen to a Realtor?

Michael: Three points. One, "overpaid" is a loaded term. The market will bear what the market will bear. If someone is willing to pay $638,000 for a house and we’re not, that doesn’t necessarily mean they overpaid. It just means they wanted it more. Two, sometimes the market will bear a lot of foolishness. And I think we both agree that this market is still pretty foolish. And three—always my clincher!—it doesn’t matter. We can make the argument, based on any given house’s rental value or replacement cost, that it is overpriced. But where does that get us?

Nora: I was feeling glum and frustrated when Michael passed along the uplifting news that we could get a loan for 3.99 percent. I guess this is what people mean when they say, "Money is cheap right now." Money is never cheap to me!

Michael: There is some fine print, but we can probably get the rate. Money we don’t have, burning a hole in our pocket—this is what 2005 must have felt like. But I resist the notion that, just because we can get it, we should spend it. I also resist the compliments that accompany a good credit score. I feel like that character in a spy novel who has been secretly monitored for the whole book and at the end the bad guys tell him he’s OK, and he’s supposed to be grateful for the compliment, but really he’s mad that they’ve had him under surveillance all this time. I have been reading too many spy novels lately.

Nora: But while rates may be going down, prices in desirable areas are not. A three bedroom with no backyard on a busy corner for $669,000? A two-bedroom Cape for $725,000? Are the lower rates meant to encourage people like us to buy overpriced houses—yes, a squishy term, but I’m using it anyway—simply because our payments would be easier to handle? Isn’t that what got us all into this mess in the first place?

Michael: My own personal barometer of the bubble is this house , a "foreclosure special" that is sagging and peeling and needs a lot of work. Yet it sold for an astounding 25 percent above the asking price. I don't know the details, and they could change my assessment, but for now I look at this place and think: The bubble is dead. Long live the bubble.

 

Cheaper by the Dozen

Nora:

Hey Michael, as I was putting together our itinerary for this weekend’s open house visitations, I noticed

, which practically screams, "motivated seller"! Just think, for a few thousand dollars more (just as I wrote that I thought,

Thisis what buying real estate does to you: You start to toss off phraseslike "a few thousand dollars more" as if you’re talking about pocketchange

) we could have eight more bedrooms than we’d have in the

.What would we do with 12 bedrooms and 4.5 baths? I smell a familyreunion … or a bed-and-breakfast. Either way, I smell a lot of pancakes!

 
Yes,it’s on a main street. Yes, it’s way too big for us. But it’s hard toresist the temptation to look at a house that’s going for $261,000 lessthan what the current owners paid just two years ago.
 
Michael: But the point isn’t how much the seller paid for it—it’s what we canafford! And we can’t afford $700,000 for a house, even if it comes with12 bedrooms and all the pancakes you can eat. Though I have to say, ifit ever comes down to a decision between two similar houses, each withpluses and minuses but one that features free pancakes, I would choosethe one with free pancakes. I would also accept free waffles.

Nora:

True enough, but if they're willing to knock off $100,000 from theiroriginal asking price, if we wait long enough, maybe they'll knock offanother $100,000. There I go again, tossing off big numbersnonchalantly!


 
Michael: You’re right that there are some pretty drastic reductions out there. Inmost cases, alas, the biggest discounts are for houses that we can’t afford or aren’t really even houses .But I am not sure we have yet hit bottom. Not that I care too much—likeI said, we can afford what we can afford, and trying to time thereal-estate market strikes me as about as foolish as trying to time thestock market. But banks and lenders do care, because all this priceuncertainty can make it hard to appraise a house . Which is important, as we are learning.