If I were really to write the blog of my dreams, I would have such a fun time talking about what I really think about so many properties I see, as well as all the kooky things Realtors say and do. But this would not only be frowned upon by those I wish to make smile, it is also prohibited by my membership in the Northwest Multiple Listing Association. We are not allowed to publish anything listed by another broker without their express permission.
I can hardly persuade other brokers to let me say glowing things about their listings in this format, let alone having them give me the go ahead to talk about how their new listing is horribly dated and depressing and I’m pretty sure is priced about $300,000 above market. But wouldn’t it be awesome if I could?
(I saw that house today)
Instead, after I looked at eleven open houses this afternoon, all new listings, between Capitol Hill and Mount Baker, I didn’t find one that thrilled me.
I do like this old apartment building I walk past on my way to coffee in the morning, though, with its original windows and finely detailed eaves. I hope it will be preserved a long time.