Whoever claimed that life was fair? Certainly not your parents.
Will and I did the weekly Brokers Tour yesterday. The first home was cute as a button. The second was serene. The third was absolutely incredible. Located on Furlong Road in the incomparably beautiful Sonoma County. It is stunning. Situated on 2+ acres, boasting majestic redwoods and not one, but two (count 'em) year round creeks, this superbly crafted home strikes that magic balance of elegance and accessibility.
You know what I mean. There are some houses that are so stately and elegant that they are intimidating. Beautiful to behold, but hard to imagine yourself clipping your toenails in it. Or raising your voice and calling someone "jerk" in a house like that - even if that someone was deserving.
This home on Furlong was not like that. Gorgeous, sumptuous, amazing - each agent roaming through the place had their own superlative to describe it. But it was also comfy. I could definitely see myself wandering from the master suite through the great room and into the kitchen in my jammies, grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon, and then sinking back into a couch and watching cartoons.
I might possibly upgrade my jammies or at least make the tops and bottoms match. And I think I could live a long time in that environment before I got cranky enough to call anyone a name.
Anyway, I didn't start out to pitch this house. What I wanted to say was that every house on tour after that was just a redheaded stepchild. (Even the one listed for over 3 mil.) On another day, any of those other houses might have looked promising or appealing or even really, really lovely. They just couldn't get a fair shake yesterday after Furlong. We all should have just gone home. Scheduled the remaining houses on tour for another day.
Deep sigh.
Well, there will be only one buyer for Furlong. And those stepchildren will find someone who will love and adore them, too. That's how it works in the housing market. Something for everyone.