Decency Happens






Decency Happens

It’s common knowledge that I detest the depersonalized, transactional nature of buying and selling real estate.  Having had a house on the market for nearly a year, I’m so incredibly sick of realtors who have no regard for the people living in the home.  I’m sick of the whole “you can’t be around when they look at the place” issue.  I detest the fact that the real estate industry wants buyers to pretend that nobody is living in the house that they’re looking at.  It’s ridiculous, and I would question some of the psychological factors that are commonly cited in defense of these dehumanized practices.


But every now and then, decency happens.


Tuesday night my family was finishing up dinner (bacon, eggs & pancakes – woohoo!) when there was a knock on the door.  There was a nice young couple on the porch, so I went out and sat down to talk with them.  He wasn’t sure how to begin the conversation.  I had a hunch that it had something to do with the house, and it turns out that my intuition was accurate once again.


Our agent had e-mailed us the previous day to let us know that the people who had looked at the house over the weekend were apparently very excited about the place.  Of course, this means nothing, really.  Excitement happens and then fades in the difficult number-crunching and budget-tweaking that everyone goes through before committing themselves to massive debt.  But it’s encouraging all the same that people like the house.


This was the couple who had come by Tuesday night.  Basically, they just wanted to give us a word of encouragement, since they knew the house had been on the market a while.  They like the place a lot, and are doing a lot of thinking and praying to determine if this is the right move for them.  It would be their first home, and there’s that added excitement.  They already rent in the neighborhood, and so are familiar with urban living and all the excitement it offers.  Homogenous it ain’t, and not everyone can handle that.


We chatted for a few minutes before I invited them in to meet the family.  We did the introductions and chatted together for a few minutes.  It was just very, very nice.  Two people who could easily have hid behind a realtor, but who felt compelled (led, would be more accurate) to come by and meet face to face and talk honestly about things.  It wasn’t an excuse to quiz us about our price.  I could tell that they were telling the truth when they said that they had felt convicted that they should take this step, even though they weren’t sure they were going to buy the place. 


We all agreed that we were praying that God did the right thing.  That the right buyer at the right time and the right price would be brought to our house and everything would be as great as it was when I first found the house three years ago.  It may not be this couple who should have the house.  That’s a totally irrelevant issue, in my book.  The important thing is that a connection was made in an otherwise connection-less industry, and we are all the richer for it. 


I pray that they find the perfect house to be their first house.  If that house is ours, so much the better.  If not, I still pray that they will make a good decision that will make them happy.  That’s how it’s supposed to work, right? 

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