How can the new rules benefit me?

This has been the question I’ve been asking myself all week. While I’ve been anxiously awaiting the day I’d sell my apartment myself and hopefully save me and our buyer thousands of dollars of broker commission, I’ve now been wondering if I should update my course.

To my understanding of the new rules there is now flexibility in agent negotiations. Where a seller was once locked in paying 2 brokers, that seller today could in fact, work out a deal with one, pay out a reasonable flat fee (for perhaps 20 hours of light work) and be a valuable partner in ushering the sale to the attorney. I believe I have just days to decide how to play this.

Suddenly Preparing to Sell

It’s been quite a while since my last post, and times have changed so much. I decided to go with renters for a couple of years. I have a new born baby girl. This real estate market is as confusing as imaginable. Are we in a buyers or sellers market right now? Does it just suck for everyone?

My tenants informed me that they would be leaving at the end of their lease and, with my workload at a low I figured weird market be damned, now is the moment. So here we are. Come get your piping hot one bedroom for sale by slightly nervous and overwhelmed owner!

Our move, the day we’d be anticipating for weeks arrived. It was only complicated by the fact that we woudln’t be moving in to our new apartment directly. The details are unnecessary, but we needed to move out of 659 Bergen and into an Airbb, which meant moving all of our possessions into Storage for 3 weeks. We still have a few weeks before we’re in our new place.

We thought it through over and over, and ultimately. eschewed the assistance of our friends, and decided we didn’t need movers either. Even though we have a ton of furniture, enough to pack full two 10x10 storage rooms, some items well over 100 pounds, we became persuaded we could move it all ourselves.

It wasn’t until we finally got to our first unliftably heavy dresser did we feel vindicated. Once that was in the truck, I let the 2 friends I had secretly on stand-by know, that we got this. We had a Uhaul dolly and a hand truck for moving furniture. We were able to get large items on the truck by cantilevering them on the edge and pushing, never having to actually lift. And the biggest saving grace was the apartment building itself.

We slowly packed elevator loads of possessions. It was a quiet Sunday, so no one it seemed was using it. It was there for us all day, and likewise with the garage. Our large truck was too big to get in, so we opened the garage door and backed it as close as we could. We would have jumped to move it if any car approached, but no one did. From there we kept advancing piles and dollying them in. Ultimately it took 2 truck loads and 8 hours! Part of the accomplishment of doing it ourselves was honoring our apartment one last time. 659 made moving ourselves possible. In a few weeks, we make the final move into our new home. On that leg we’ll be needing help.

IN THE MORNING WE WERE ALL SMIES

IN THE MORNING WE WERE ALL SMIES

ONE TRUCK DONE

ONE TRUCK DONE

We have less than 2 weeks left before we bid this apartment farewell forever. I am excited to move into a much larger space with a dreamy backyard, but man the nostalgic moments are kicking in. Vanderbilt is shining so brightly in this pandemic moment. With the street shut down to cars, we’ve hosted friends each weekend, joyfully stumbling around the street-festival vibes, before transitioning the evening up to our roof. When I arrived on Vanderbilt, it was all about the street’s potential. That was 9 very fast years ago. DIves like Soda and Branded were come as you are type places that offered comfort in lieu of atmosphere. Zaytoon’s dependably good but not great offerings set the bar for cuisine. But so much has changed. The street has taken on so much more personality. Ambitious and trendy mixes with quirky and thrifty in a perfect swirl. As the foot traffic increased so has the daringness of the chefs and bar owners. And now it’s a street anyone would call compelling, alluring, a place to miss dearly.

Sitting with friends and some drinks on the rooftop last Saturday, we couldn’t avoid the reality for long that this might be the last time we’d all do this together. The air was still, the sky had a glow so that the clouds stayed pronounced even as midnight rolled in. On many summer evenings the roof has a mystical energy from all side, this night did not disappoint.

We all grew a lot in the years I’ve lived her. We were single together, young and the summers meant so much. Much has changed (we’re all married or on our way to being) but over these years there’s no place that brought us all together like this roof. I keep mostly quiet when its brought up. I think I felt a tinge of guilt that I was the one ending the era, so to speak. I mostly just wanted to dead the conversation.

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