I’ve spent countless weekends now looking through other people’s houses. I think it will go on forever; I can’t imagine finding a house that is just right for both of us.
The world of home opens is a strange and usually unnerving one for me.
So many people come through the house because they live on the same street and have always longed for a stickybeak. But have no interest in getting to know the occupants. Just their house. This seems like a significant social failure on the part of our modern suburban living. And I tend to dislike these people.
Lookers don’t greet other lookers. They walk past them as if they’re passing them on a busy street. It’s a horrid unfriendliness. The real estate books, I’m told, instruct you to project a confident buying vibe. I AM GOING TO BUY THIS HOUSE AND YOU CAN’T HAVE IT.
I feel for the occupants’ vulnerability in having their home open, especially when they’re renters. These strangers come through and pass judgement on their stuff. So I try not to pass judgement, but I still find myself thinking, this person has such bogan taste; or, my goodness they have bad taste in books. (I’m yet to go through any house with more than a single bookshelf of books. Every time there are books, they are recent bestsellers. This surprises me, somehow. Do people read only bestsellers? Do they need everyone else’s excitement about a book to ignite theirs? I MUST NOT JUDGE, at least not when I’m looking through their house.)
You get, inevitably, sucked into the myth and lie of real estate. You start checking real estate listings on the internet too often. It becomes a pastime, a game, an obsession, one that leads a bad taste in your mouth. Because these agents, they want prices to keep going up forever. These people looking, they want to be millionaires, they want to climb up the ladder quicker than everyone else. They want to make their fortune, they want to make a killing. Greed is in the air.
Everyone should just want a house to live in for their own sake. There shouldn’t be all this scheming.
Your so right Nathan 😦 It’s depressing
Phil Wood said:
I can sympathise, Nathan. Anna and I are in the early stages househunting too. I know that bankers got a lot of the blame for the economic crisis but those ghastly relocation TV programmes are guilty as well. They make me glad I don’t have a telly. It’s even worse because home should be something life-affirming. Still, I do hope you find somewhere you feel at home.
Nathan you have expressed so well just what I think. What about family photos? We put ours away last time we had our home on the market. It just feels kind of yucky (for want of a better word) to have them on display and I don’t really want to see others’ if I’m guiltily examining their home.
Nathan Hobby said:
Phil, good luck to you too! Catherine, family photos must be a dilemma! Strangely we visited one home where Nicole realised she knew the owners, which was even stranger.
Daily News said:
These strangers come through and pass judgement on their stuff. So I try not to pass judgement, but I still find myself thinking,