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The house across the street from me finally sold, and I respresented the buyers. As so often happens in our market, the house had been for sale forever, was listed by four different Realtors, and essentially chased the market downward in price.

When my neighbors listed it a year ago at $765K, I thought was a bit high, though a reasonable starting point (remember, back then people were still debating the existence of the bubble). They soon reduced to $735K, which I thought was a pretty good price compared to what else was available in Somersett, but still no action.

The house sat, and I rarely saw anybody over there for showings. Each time they reduced: $729K, $709K, $699K… it seriously seemed like a competitive price for the market. (And I am not just saying that because I live across the street. I was looking at comps.) I showed the house to several buyers, but either they weren’t ready to act, or it wasn’t the house for them. The buyer pool had shrunk.

Now keep in mind that this is a spacious, high-end production home with many
thousands in interior upgrades, beautifully landscaped, with panoramic
Peavine views. It’s a beautiful house. So when the price hit $685K, it was seriously in the realm of good value. (But of course we offered less.) The final price?  $662,500.

About a week after we went into contract, the identical model for sale down the street got real and came down $100K from $799K. At $699K on the golf course with pond views, this home too is now looking like a pretty good value.

Yes, I am personally responsible for bringing down values in my own neighborhood. Do I care? Sure, it’s a bummer to see your own values drop and know that you’ll need to stay put for several years in hopes that they’ll come back. (Good thing I like Somersett.)

But did I hesitate to offer less on behalf of my clients? No. I want them to get the best deal possible. That’s my job. The market is what it is, and it’s going to do what it’s going to do regardless of how I feel about it. So I may as well adapt.

Some people get really worked up about their own house values. Another client was telling me a story about a successful local agent at an HOA meeting who vehemently stood up to defend her neighborhood’s values when someone questioned them. Why would she bother?

In my own experience, before I got into the business, my husband and I were moving to a new city. We found our agent online, a top producer, and had been working with her for a while. We had already purchased a vacant lot through her and needed a house.

After looking all over town, we settled on one and decided to offer less than asking price. Why? The market was slow, and googling the owner revealed that he was a spec builder sitting on five different properties, including this one which was his personal residence, and he needed to move something so that he could finish building his dream house up in the hills. So we figured this guy would be motivated to deal.

The house was listed at $369K. We wanted to offer $300K for all the reasons above. The agent was taken aback. We just don’t do that around here, that’s a really low offer, I’m not sure I can get this through… was pretty much the response, which was odd given that we had offered quite a bit less on the lot as well, and she hadn’t blinked an eye on that one.

But the lot wasn’t in her own personal neighborhood. The house was. We sensed protectionism. Nevertheless, she did her job, and we got the house for $325K.

I have a hard time understanding people who defend their home values like it’s their God-given right to have a house worth (fill-in-the-blank-with-outrageous-number-here). Sure, we all go through some period of denial when our neighborhood numbers fall, but what’s the point of arguing about it? The numbers are the numbers. It’s better to accept the truth for what it is and deal.

My own truth is that my home is maybe worth what we paid for it. And, incidentally, we locked that price in Spring 2003. The money I’m putting into my backyard landscape makes no sense financially, and if I had to sell tomorrow, after expenses, we would be losing. C’est la vie.

My neighbors who sold are probably in the same boat, but they are happy to be out and in their newly remodeled next home. (And I’m sure they’re glad to be rid of those dual mortgage payments.) My neighbors who remain hopefully won’t hate me for bringing down the neighborhood (though I may not get invited to the summer block party). But at least I can count on one set of supporters, my nice, new neighbors across the street who got a great deal on a lovely home where they plan to spend many happy years.

You know, there are three other homes for sale on my block. Given this incident, I could probably use a few more supporters…

Won’t you be my neighbor?