After 359 days on the market, a listing I had SOLD yesterday! I was beginning to think this listing had become an albatross around my neck. Now now...don't laugh, I KNOW at some point in time, if you are an agent, you have shared these EXACT feelings. Tell the truth.............
Even when doing research on this post at Answers.com check out site they "related" it to Real Estate: A heavy burden of guilt that becomes an obstacle to success, as in The failed real estate scheme became an albatross around her neck, for now she could not interest other investors in a new project. This idiom comes from Samuel Coleridge's narrative poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1798), which is based on the widespread superstition that it is unlucky to kill this large white sea bird. In the poem a sailor does kill an albatross, and when the ship then is becalmed near the equator and runs out of water, his shipmates blame him and force him to wear the dead bird around his neck.
This was a bank owned property that had never been occupied however was in a subdivision dealing with alot of foreclosures. Much less the existing foreclosures in the county. As a former broker of mine once said, "there is a bottom for every chair" and I am thankful our bottom was found!
This was a bank owned property that had never been occupied however was in a subdivision dealing with alot of foreclosures. Much less the existing foreclosures in the county. As a former broker of mine once said, "there is a bottom for every chair" and I am thankful our bottom was found!
And being thankful, I am going to end this post with words of encouragement by Lee Iacocca: Boys, there ain't no free lunches in this country. And don't go spending your whole life commiserating that you got the raw deals. You've got to say, I think that if I keep working at this and want it bad enough I can have it. It's called perseverance.
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