Today is the anniversary of my search for my first home--many years ago. I always remember the date because we waited til the first business day after New Year's Day to start our home search. We were desperate to get out of the apartment we had been living in, and the holidays just made our desperation worse.
We lived in the middle unit of a three-family home downstairs from the renter from hell. At first, we tried to ignore the boot-clomping at all hours of the day and night, the never-ending seepage of cigarette smoke through the floors, the overflow of stinky garbage into the hallway, and, worst of all, the shouting matches when the ex showed up.
We hadn't even planned to purchase a home; we loved the freedom of just paying rent and letting someone else do the work. We traveled whenever we could afford it, and we knew home ownership would cut into some of that freedom. But a particularly disastrous and very unjoyful holiday week made our decision to buy a house a clear-cut choice.
So a young couple walks into a real estate agency. Sounds like the start of a joke, and in some ways it was. Back then, there was no internet and everything was in print in large books. But we met a very nice agent, talked to him about what we thought we were looking for, and ended up with four houses to look at that day.
The first house was a cape, which felt a little closed in to us, especially since every wall in the entire house was encased in heavy real-wood paneling. We figured they had stock in a lumber company.
The second house was a ranch that looked fine from the outside, but it reaked of dirty diapers.
The third house was on the corner of two busy streets and had a very steep driveway. We drove a stick shift and worried about whether the emergency brake would hold.
When we finished with the third house, we were feeling pretty dejected about what we could get for the money in the town of our choice. As we got back into the car, the agent said the last house on our list was not in the town of our choice (it was just over the line) but it showed very nicely and would give us an idea of what we could get in that town. At that point, we figured we had nothing to lose.
The house was on a wide quiet street with mature trees and large lots. We pulled up to the house and walked to the front door. We were no sooner in the front hall, about to follow the agent up the stairs, when I yanked on my husband's arm and said, "This is the one!"
Long story short, we put an offer in that day, came to agreement by the next day, and closed on March 4.
A lot has happened since then. And a lot has changed since then.
We were two very naive young buyers in a day when there was no buyer representation (in Connecticut, that came in the late '90s). We had the advantage of very low home prices, but not much else.
- Back then, a buyer consultation took just the time that was necessary to see if we made enough money to buy a house.
- Back then, even the agents who took buyers to see homes were actually working for the seller.
- Back then, we were not advised to do a home inspection (and we didn't)! The only negotiation with the seller was for the price.
- Back then, we did not have a property condition disclosure - or we might have known that the driveway, which was covered in snow, needed replacing. Or that a major construction project almost in our backyard was scheduled to begin within the year. Caveat emptor ruled the day.
But did any of it matter to us? We didn't know any better and we never regretted our decision. But many years later, when I became a Realtor, I realized that it should have been very different. Fortunately for us, our agent was a very nice man and things worked out, but the system left much to be desired.
I remember this as though it were yesterday. And when I am working with first-time homebuyers, my own first-time experience is always on my mind. I want them to know the things I didn't even know enough to ask.
Yes, today's buyers are more savvy because the internet is a great educational tool. But they also have legislation to protect their interests that weren't even in place twenty years ago. They have agents who work for the buyer and put the buyer's interest first and foremost; they have mandated property condition disclosures; they have Realtors who ascribe to a Code of Ethics; they have legislation for fair housing, environmental issues, and truth in lending.
But more than this, I also remember the sheer emotion of walking into a house, before even ascending the stairs, and knowing without even seeing the rest of the rooms that this is THE house. Some things shouldn't change.