Michellesturge As you know, once in a while I love sending new contributors into the lion’s den to see if they’ll survive whatever carnage may ensue. So please welcome Chase Agent Michelle Sturge, who bravely decided to take the plunge and give blogging a try. Michelle actually grew up in Nevada, so she brings a unique, local perspective.  -Diane

Something
like fifty years ago, while I was attending UNR, I would drive down South Virginia Street heading home to Carson City for the weekend (okay, so it was only twenty years ago). I would drive past Zolezzi Lane and think “who would live
all the way out here in the middle of nowhere?”

Well, ironically, now I do. And
here I sit in my home (notice I didn’t say house?) watching the market sit and
sit and sit. On my
street alone, there are six houses for sale, four of which are spec homes. These properties are becoming evidence that
the months supply of inventory in the $1-2 million range is three years.

Apparently though, the sellers plan to wait out this
storm. Two of the properties still
haven’t seen a price reduction, with days on market at 639 and 336: helpful to my property value, but it’s painful
driving by the for sale signs every day. One of the other two listings is well into the $2 million range. Apparently, despite the infinite supply of houses for sale in that
price range they still wanted to test the market. And finally, one house realistically priced
under the $1 million range. But I’ll probably have to
have to wait a few more years for that new neighbor because the property has
only been listed about 100 days. At this
point, I wouldn’t mind some significant price reductions at the expense of my
equity just to have a few more warm bodies in the neighborhood.

You see, I
purchased my home to be just that… my home. Not a house to flip for bigger bucks, not an investment to line my
portfolio, just my home. Kind of sounds
like I was born fifty years ago, doesn’t it? Those were the days of starter homes, family homes and dream
homes. Not the days of lining up at the
door to take a number and hope your name gets picked in a lottery because this
is “the best investment” in town. (That
was sarcasm).

This has become the market
for buying your dream home… (keep reading because I know what you’re thinking.) I’m not singing that horrible song of “now is
the time to buy”. I’m merely saying that
if you are a buyer in this market, I’m hoping you are buying a home, not a
house. A home that you love and want to
live in, and most likely, one you will get a great deal on.