Big thanks to O.A.R. for writing this crazy song that plays in my head every time I'm waiting for jump the next real estate hurdle.
I said I'm wandering 'round the road four to four
And I said I been walking for about a thousand years.
And my feet are growing tired
My eyes a little wired
Don't know what to do unless I retire
And he just said let's play some crazy poker
And I said I been walking for about a thousand years.
And my feet are growing tired
My eyes a little wired
Don't know what to do unless I retire
And he just said let's play some crazy poker
And waiting I am. This is not your father's real estate market (at least not my father). My father bought and sold houses with interest rates over 10%, when banks loaned you money three and four times your annual salary, when appraisers were people who worked behind desks.
UPDATE***Realtor just sent a text (definitely not my father's world) that "All is complete and ready to Close!" Sixteen days late, but I'll take it.
God I love this game!
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