The house next door is for sale. It's carried the For Sale sign for two months. When other homes on our street have been snatched up in frenzies of multiple offers within days of being on the market, this one just sits there. There was no open house, the current owners "fixed" it up before moving out. Fixed it? No, what I mean is they did work to get rid of the 30 plus years of filth and grime that couldn't be cleaned.
They replaced the kitchen cupboards, bathroom shelves, and put in a vinyl floor that looks like tiles, all over the first floor. Then they painted the walls. The darkness, odour, stains, crumbling walls, falling doors and other disrepairs of a hovel are gone now. But the house has no curb appeal. There was no fluff up to turn it into a show home. It is at best a functional, low-maintenance house.
This month, the owners lowered the price on the house.
A few people have come to look at it. I've seen two parties of viewers. What I saw is, not only are the people coming in to see the house, they walk around to our front yard, look over our house, and peer into our car! They were checking us out, as if we were part of the sale of the house.
Which is true of course. You gotta check out the neighbours. But I feel like asking for a cut of the proceeds. I feel like I'm being sold and should somehow benefit too. Unless we're the reason the house hasn't sold...
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