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These Are A Few Of My Favorite (Luxurious) Things

Ah, luxury!

The luxury of sitting down with a cup of Mighty Leaf black vanilla tea (plus a splash of coconut creamer) and looking out the window at whatever happens to be there.

The luxury of cuddling up with a good book. I recommend The Orchardist by Amanda Coplin. It’s a quiet and compelling tale set in the Pacific Northwest at the end of the 19th Century. Or if you’re looking for something disturbing and dystopian, check out The Passage by Justin Cronin. It takes place in a future United States where gangs of starving vampires run around looking for dinner. (Dinner, of course, consists of a rag-tag bunch of humans trying to survive another night.)

The luxury of picking up my iPad, flicking two fingers and seeing which YMCA exercise classes are on today and where I can go for dim sum on Saturday.

The luxury of work-related apps and web platforms that do what they’re supposed to do: In particular, DOCUSIGN!

The luxury of being able to eat after undergoing a routine medical screening that required 36 hours of fasting.

The luxury of then asking myself “What shall I have for dinner?” and being able to find it (whatever IT is) in San Francisco – today.

The luxury of loving my job, and belonging to a workplace where I am welcomed, supported and surrounded by congenial staff, management and colleagues.

The luxury of having heat, a roof, windows, a refrigerator, a MacBook Air and comfortable furnishings, as well as a piano, a banjo, a ukulele and three guitars.

The luxury of electricity, roads, clean water, clear skies, peace.

The luxury of friends and family, and quiet time for connection.

These are just a few of my favorite luxurious things.

Cynthia Cummins is a Top Producer and Partner at McGuire. For info on SF real estate visit http://CynthiaCummins.com. This article was re-posted at McGuire.com.

Is Buyer’s Remorse Inevitable?

“Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid.”William Cowper, 18th century poet and hymnodist


What pleasure to instantly find a suitable quote about “remorse” as soon as I Googled it!

Yet imagine my remorse at having taken so much time reading online about William Cowper (whose life was apparently filled to the brim with pleasure and remorse, joy and sadness, soundness and insanity) that I had to work an extra hour to make up for my diversion.

Where there’s pleasure, there’s remorse.

I’ve been blind-sided by remorse on many auspicious occasions: Right before walking down the aisle to get married. Just after bringing my first child home from the hospital. Midway through a trans-Pacific flight to a dream vacation in Tahiti.

It’s a regular occurrence with real estate purchases. Especially in San Francisco where buyers are required to strip naked, place large baskets of money on their heads and dance like their lives depended on it. All for the chance to be the lucky owners of a one-plus-million-dollar, two-bedroom condo without parking but in a fairly nice area.

It goes something like this:

Buyer’s agent: Guess what? You won!

Buyer: (Holding cell phone at arm’s length and screaming) Oh! My! God! How many offers were there?

Buyer’s agent: Fourteen. Twelve were for waaaaaaay more than the asking price. Only two had loan contingencies. But apparently your willingness to close in just four days and let the sellers stay for three months for free really made the difference.

Buyer: That and offering 60% more than the asking price.

Buyer’s agent: Well, yes. Plus they really liked the sculpture you submitted with your offer.

Even if you don’t create original artwork or donate to seller’s favorite charity or provide two roundtrip tickets to anywhere in the continental U.S. with your offer, there will be a twinge of buyer’s remorse when you visit your new home for the first time after closing.

You fiddle with the keys. You shove open the door. It’s dark. It’s vacant. It’s cold. And it smells funny because the stagers removed the potpourri along with the staging.

Yet it doesn’t have to be “fatal,” as in Cowper’s quote. Instead, now is when it gets interesting: After the closing. Before the destination. Following the honeymoon. During the journey. That’s when life is richest.

Cynthia Cummins is a Top Producer and Partner at McGuire. For info on SF real estate visit http://CynthiaCummins.com. This throwback post originally appeared in April 2014.