San Francisco real estate is a three-ring circus. As an agent, I’m accustomed to the vertiginous view– standing on a high platform waiting for the trapeze bar to swing my way.
I know all the tricks, from Piggyback to Reverse Whip Return, and I’ve had my share of facedown spills into the net.
It’s always a thrill (whether positive or negative) to
- Witness hungry agents and buyers storming a new listing.
- Congratulate my clients on obtaining a home they love.
- Note the weekly litany of record-breaking sales prices.
- Watch a buyer’s face light up with hope, then darken when he/she does the math.
- Listen to sellers explaining how much money they “need to get” and why.
- Hear a buyer say, “Okay, let’s raise our offer price to one gazillion dollars.” (First I think, “One gazillion is too much.” Next I think, “One gazillion isn’t going to do it.”)
- Observe a listing agent speaking coyly about having distributed 28 disclosure packages.
- Fill out a Buyer’s Waiver of Inspections form to accompany an offer.
- Call ten buyers’ agents to say, “Sorry, we accepted another offer.”
- Calculate the carrying costs on a $1.6 million, 1200 square-foot, two-bedroom condo.
- See a neighborhood transforming.
- Update a client on the value of their property.
- Give a would-be homeowner the lowdown on exactly what it takes to buy in San Francisco.
Exhilarating. Exhausting. Extraordinary.
And at the end of every day spent doing “Homework,” I’m grateful to have a home. In San Francisco, that’s no small thing.
Cynthia Cummins is a Top Producer and Partner at McGuire. For info on SF real estate visit http://CynthiaCummins.com.